Blow your mind on the edge of the sacred and the silly//
I pause to wonder, this is my natural ability//
The beauty is captured in the blink of an eye//
This exposure to life shapes how my vision is dyed//
No wonder so many people are sad and depressed//
Like all these family drama's, mom and dad make a mess//
That's why I chose to learn to teach 'em how to succeed//
It's dire need, so these breezes are the hope for succes//

The sky is blue or grey, I'm colorblind anyway//
I'm insecure about what clothes match to wear today//
When I think about this, life could be sorta grey//
But it's sweet that underneath we put our life on a pathway//
And once we grapple on we get a bigger dosis//
Of reality, candle lit, experience shows it//
Bask in artistic brilliance, a way to build resilience//
We sing our song to carry on building bridges to zillions//

Struggle is growth, joy to the pain//
Sacrifice is love, moths to the flame//
I adore and therefore need to find it's name//
It produces ecstacy to set the world aflame//

Struggle is growth, joy to the pain//
Sacrifice is love, moths to the flame//
I adore and therefore need to find it's name//
It produces ecstacy to set the world aflame//

Isn't that insane? Where you find that in the brain?//
We reach for the sky like the towers in Bahrain//
But people jump off towers when they're dreams are drained//
To leave our collective mind troubled and stained//
Insane, breaking down the sum of it's parts//
To it's parts, atoms, neutrons and quarks//
Infinity both ways, I was counting for days//
What is it trying to convey, isn't that insane?//

Isn't that insane, one day I was daydreamin'//
My conscious was streamin', I let you glean in//
I saw a box of matches lying on the table//
When it started to shake it's when it started a fable//
A little match climbed out, and guess what//
He started rubbing his nut to the side so hard//
He got all excited when he caught the first flames//
After seconds he was charred only his smile remained//

Struggle is growth, joy to the pain//
Sacrifice is love, moths to the flame//
I adore and therefore need to find it's name//
It produces ecstacy to set the world aflame//

Struggle is growth, joy to the pain//
Sacrifice is love, moths to the flame//
I adore and therefore need to find it's name//
It produces ecstacy to set the world aflame//