Lyrics by Indi Riverflow

Born with silver pistols between our lips
Crying to catch mother’s precious drip
Another angry hungry mouth to keep filled
Another weak link to fear getting killed
Destined to spend life fending off death
From the very first to the final breath

Where I stand master of all I purvey
Tugging war with rivals who enter the fray
All my desire for treasure and mate
Bounded by those who crave the same fate
Any second the enemy’s sting or fling
Might threaten the primacy of the king

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Climbing a stairway that winds
Up and down and all around the mind
Train slips the track and starts to fly
Only works out when it goes awry

My blood runs rich with ancient words
The echos of the third time they are heard
Honor to all the elders who came before me
Who plowed the way so I could play free
Their bones strewn about history’s fields
Fertilizing future harvests’ yield

What I bring forth is in my image created
Strength of my seed in the slot I have slated
Stamp my will on tomorrow’s today
Long after my memory has faded away
Leave ‘em guessin’, leave ‘em praisin’
Race at pace, purse goes to the brazen

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If we tire of being a common ape
Biology built a hatch for escape
Just enough brains to tan our own hide
At some point we cross to the other side
Ascend to the realm of dream and myth
How I got there, I plead the fifth

When we point the camera at the screen
When the vision allows itself to be seen
When things start to mean more than they mean
When shadows are filled in on the lines between
Here the sixth sense is the only guide
The doorway isn’t wide enough for pride

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Approaching the summit the air is rare
There are not many who dare venture here
Can’t make the climb until baggage is shed
Wisdom usually reserved for the dead
Reflect the long lost dance to thunder
Awaken the eternal Seventh Wonder

The peak is a point beyond where or when
Nexus at which all is equally here near and then
Tap at the root of the cosmic Tree
Take turns at being all which might ever be
Wheel spokes and notes reset on the eighth
Look it in the Eye and there’s no need for faith