a jam track... office lyrics turned... well this song.

"Woodrose Tea"
check it out on the Vilifiend page...


so many passing minds out here as gaping as mine how many of these heads are in aluminum shine flying by so quickly is it just the times my eyes are moving slower but i see our crimes im picturing illuminating unison cleansed of all that we have done and celebrating, peace has won our time lines are resting on fine lines of controversy every day our chances slip away from us in silent mercy i wonder sometimes if i ever will get through to you for the earth, for our heart, and humanity's truth im getting sick in my stomach with these humming machines for every hum a human spirit dies or so it really seems im sick of feeling guilty for us living in hypocrisy im sick of feeling lessened living only what they let me see im sick of feeling lost and tossed to break another part of me im sick of all our desperate songs, with tendencies to rhyme with free a certain third eye vision will be making its incision attempting to halt the archetypes that have risen im bracing myself for a worldwide collision im bracing myself for a worldwide collision im sick of feeling guilty for us living in hypocrisy im sick of feeling lessened living only what they let me see im sick of feeling lost and tossed to break another part of me im sick of all our desperate songs, with tendencies to rhyme with free we're tricked into thinking that we're living in some poverty im sick of feeling lost and tossed to break another part of me i found out who i really am inside the ride and gods that be im sick of all our desperate cries, my sacrament is woodrose tea tendencies to rhyme with free we're tricked into thinking that we're living in some poverty im sick of feeling lost and tossed to break another part of me