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Looking
At the world go
Trying to understand
Electric wind blowin' like
A demon fan
Or a symphony of hatred
Blowin angst
Off an immaculate stage
How tranquil is an ocean
Before a storm
Like a silent play
Chanting thunder
Dance naked and I feel
So wired
It's a personal voodoo
Runnin' through my veins
Like blood
With inhibition long gone
and no real sense
of space or time
A weird vibration
Don't know my right
From wrong
Rain will fall
Poetry in motion
Both rolling
Both getting me high
A shiver went through me
A tidal wave
I only felt inside
It's an animal instinct
That takes us over
And we must survive
Four brothers make the mother
Four brothers form as one