And he spoke of pastures green I was never told why Each journey lasts an age And my throat feels dry It must be the lesson Hidden deep inside It must be the lesson So roll the tide
So I began the crossing My throat burned dry Searching for satori The kick in the eye I am the end of reproduction Given no direction Every care is taken In my rejection
Kick in the eye (x4)
Every care is taken With my rejection And my abduction To my addiction Every care is taken With my protection And my abduction From my addiction
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