Pagoda Sadartha
Sit now quiet, edge of forbidden nerve
Concentrate; focus,we are better than you, a zombie
Spirit of the ego, you are
as heavy as the air
It's nice to meet you;
I want to
tell you, you don't exist
The earth is my/our witness, Sadartha
Seen it on my chest, callous on my heart
It grew negligent, low now, you're a vegetable
Sifting leper, growing in and on me
Cut off, let free,
amputate, surgery
Sadartha, nature's mother, you are my friend
Until we meet again
