Turn another timeTurn another time, spoolI think therefore I amFamiliar to mostHow long did we eat the seedPlanted by our hostFor a billion years between our eavesStill hatred brings as many tearsStill we judge each other, whyWhen we're only looking for the same highThe same highI'm tired of misconceptionsBut I'm used to being asked for suggestionsI salute you, but desert youWon't be a prisoner of assumptions anymoreDoes language define us?Is reality words?How far do we appear to be?Is the measure of skill?But with our chunky soul we face the needOf nature's planned dependencyDon't hold contempt for ecstasyJust mount the dead, I'm the springMount the dead, I'm the springMount the dead, I'm the springMount the dead, I'm the springI'm tired of misconceptionsBut I'm used to being asked for suggestionsI salute you, but desert youTurn another turnTurn another turnTurn another turnDon't need persuading by the status quoDon't need persuading by the status quoWe can make changesIf we open up, we'll seeThe history, they sell us holesThe structure, but reinforce the moldWe need to strip it all awayLet this fallTurn, turn, another turnAnother turn, won't you turnWon't you turn, what we learnI'm tired of misconceptionsBut I'm used to being asked for suggestionsI salute you, but desert youTurn another turnTurn another turnTurn another turnPush away what they're selling meWe will ask what we need to beFocus on a strategyTo open up our mindsAnd dance togetherTo the kingwww.mooji.org