Primitive Reason - White Tree lyrics

And a me see ma**ive plan And a me seen ma**ive man Son o this planet Stronger than lion Him a many man have a plan to control Him a many man have a will to enrol He never known Rebellious soul A freedom spirit Rebellious goal And I can hear it He growing strong I can see the signs of rebellion come Millions and billions of people we be Millions of minions those people we be Most living in fear and negativity Hanging by our necks from this damn cursed tree Incarceration and slavery In every nation, in every street In every mind the third eyes sees Many have awoken to the third eye's dream No, nor the wickedness nor the stickiness will Control Why imitate them? They nothing but cold They nothing but horror on gold. Why imitate them? Como yo lo tengo, como yo lo doy Como yo lo veo, como yo estoy Como yo lo hablo, como yo lo hago Como yo vengo, como yo lo soy Sin la más mínima duda estoy Sin la más mínima duda que ver es hoy Sin tiempo corremos Sin tiempo mirar Sin tiempo no hay ver Sin tiempo no hay estar Como no sabemos, como no vemos, como entendemos Como habremos ni como podremos un día parar por bien Muy bien pues, muy bien es, muy buenos son de corazón El día vendrá, habrá que luchar, habrá que guerrear Habrá que matar Como lo sabemos Habrá que morir como no Como lo sabemos Habrá que sufrir como no Déjame estar, tu déjame hablar Porque este viejo no sabe callar No, nor the wickedness nor the stickiness will Control Why imitate them? They nothing but cold They nothing but horror on gold. Why imitate them? Positivity is the third eye scene Oh, and a me say so And a you say bosses and a me say no And a you say work and a me say who? And a you say you Work is the task that I naturally do Word is the mask that I naturally use Said some are blind, yes Those of your kind need but open your minds yes Come again say And a me say so and a the father say so And a me say so and a the creator say so In a tunnel mind the vision will grow In a dark mind the light will show Words, this planet can observe That man can serve Ignorance converts These are mighty words from the mouth of one who Heard These words from the mouth of the ones who had heard No, nor the wickedness nor the stickiness will Control Why imitate them? They nothing but cold They nothing but horror on gold. Why imitate them? What is unusual might not be so bad With a turn of the head, and a turn of the hips Head this way, read my lips What is original should be the usual