I believe in God, I believe in me Ocean is sky; Sky is sea The New Age is age-old Followed are led Lead to Goaled Pedaling backwards Getting less light The lines blur Space and time blend
Did this before Doing it again My story's being written For the future's moral make up I don't put this past any page Divided by a fine line mirroring one another
The tippy top of Milky The bottom floor that's silky Hold the darkest dark Pathways to the next We'll never test Unless we recognize the Line of the Same