[Chorus]
By design soul say prone to illusion
Body identify self
Made that way – tendency to believe truth
[Verse 1]
Does confusion somehow serve me?
If I’m divine must accept
Life a role-play fantasy game
Just for fun myself forget
Experiential explore
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Separation somehow serves me?
If I’m divine reason must
Loss of loved ones devastation
Graveside goodbye dust to dust
Experiential explore
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Body disease somehow serves me?
If I’m divine rational
Corpus breakdown, brain malfunction
Torture psychological
Experiential explore
[Instrumental + Spoken Word]
Could it be our tendency to accept the illusions of maya as reality is not a flaw but an opening of a door to areas and viewpoints otherwise out of reach?
[Verse 4]
Trepidation somehow serves me
If I’m divine realise
Afterlife doubt destination
Fear of death/nothing survives
Experiential explore
[Chorus]
