Your mind's a machine. It's deadly and dull. It's never been still and its will. Has never been free. Lightly tapping. A high-pitched drum. As your spine starts to shine. You shiver at your soul. A fist so clear and climbing. Punches a hole. In the sky. So you can see. For yourself. If you don't believe me. There's so much less. To this than you think. It's almost gone. The night is dissolving. In a cup God lifts. To toast the lightning. Lightly tapping. It's high-pitched and it hums. Your spine starts to shine. And you shiver at your soul. A fist so clear and climbing. Punches a hole. In the sky. So you can see. For yourself. If you don't believe me. There's so much less. To this than you think