Conscious. Conscious of you. I could be lonely in a crowd; I could be lost when you feel found, in solitude now I’m alone the silent mood I call my own. Incense now burns our innocence, medicine, clouds; inspiration. Curious of doubt my ignorance. We have life to cure frustrations, we have life to cure frustrations, we have life to cure frustrations. I tune into life’s frequency, a spiritual transcendency. Check into my karmic clearance, find my mind no interference. We’re pilots of our destinies, in search of true identities. I trip the wire; I walk the mire until I found the sacred space. Now introduce me to your mind. You know I recognise your face: you know I recognise your face; you know I recognise your face. Conscious. Hypnotised eyes in frozen stance, circled fires where gypsies dance. Down come the skies to kiss the ground, our spirits rise without a sound, our spirits rise without a sound, our spirits rise without a sound. Without, a sound. When the cause of my conviction is my alcohol addiction, why do you have to interfere? You know that I don’t want you here, you know that I don’t what you here. Anxieties inside of psych, relieved by spliff to calm the fight. Now when I loose my self control, your aura moves around my soul, your aura moves around my soul. You’re gone from my reality, just like a game of hide and seek. From depths of our profanity, real life actors now fragile freaks, real life actors now fragile freaks. I played roulette with both our minds, now when I fail to see the signs. Destiny has changed these times, destiny has changed these times. Destiny. Seen your view from the protocol, your broken beat, your mixed up world. Just like a needle stuck in a groove, why do you fail to change my mood? Why do you fail to change my mood? Why do you fail to change?