Testo Philosopher's Stoned - Precipitation

Philosopher's Stoned

I wish I could look through the mist
The fog which hides our
Low existences
Naked fear dressed up in costumes
Silly constructs made by humans
Which we defeat, once more deceived
Those dumb and deaf
Forced to believe
I wish to be a child again
No wisdom but my piece to claim
No ant crushed under wheels
And then
Once more see changes
Just pretended
The teachers teach
The preachers preach
Conclusions freeze
The madness breeds
Minute by minute
Your consciousness is growing
But sometimes you just
Want it to stop
Minute by minute you try to ignore it
Like I do from bottom to top
Like I do from bottom to top
From bottom to top
You only crawl away from truth
Is there a mind you’re gonna lose
This mature world you fight against
Will soon enlight your blinded mind
And you will see you are the enemy
You only crawl away from truth
Is there a mind you’re gonna lose
Once you’ve seen
Through all the lies
You can’t accept
Shut down your eyes
I know someday I must admit
My attitude must be forbidden
My dreams are nothing but illusions
I tried to live but only failed