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Hey Lord, put your hand on my heart, calm me down, cause I'm falling apart
I've realized my spirituality is a joke, set up through the ego and other foolish folk
Because what use is it if I don't have faith, a trust in you, that you'll save the day
Somehow I got it into my head, that I have the power to control things instead
And yet I can't even predict what tomorrow holds, all the surprises you have for me in store.
I've become trapped, a prisoner of a spiritual ego.
When you think you've learnt, or cause you
meditated a bit, you somehow have this special gift,
Where you can control the outcome of your desires.
Just push at things with positivity until they
transpire. But that's all fake, and none of it's real
The world an illusion, and I its biggest player. Clowning around like I've something to teach
listening to a hundred YouTube pricks preach.
I'm not saying that everyone's rubbish, but we're all going in circles.
Telling each other to find the power within
But first we gotta recognize our level of sin. Not cause I believe we were born bad
Life is a cycle of karma, and we co-created the plan
From light to dark, we repeat ourselves. Deluding one another, living a mental, disorderly hell.
When the answer is so damn simple stop the self-righteousness, and give it all up
Not talking about quitting, or stopping the journey
Just releasing ourselves to you, as our source of everything
Of course we gotta act, and take responsibility. We owe it to ourselves to show up sincerely
But the real superpower is rooted in humility. So really, it's all about striking the balance
Challenging ourselves, but having compassion. Cause we can't predict, or force the sun to rise
Religious zealots feeding a fanatical pack of lies
That we have to live in some kind of fear. That only by obeying you, will you stay near.
Or we turn to the modern spiritualists who preach detachment, and yet have the most social clicks
Two extremes built off greed. A desperation for power, a need to be seen
All cause humans can't stand to know they'll die. The body disintegrate, the soul will fly
But there is beauty in accepting our physical limitation