The OM Sound - Revelations Lyrics

I can't count the times that I've been here before
Only to stand dazzled at the seven doors
Baffled without a key by symbols that I've explored
Year after year, in intellect and furthermore
Things I adore in queue for the guillotine
Some obscene, some routine, even serene
But I contravene, feels like I need someone to intervene
Pursuit to find the heart of this Machine
Cogs and Wheel, from minuscule to majuscule
Je cherche incessament ce qui est real
So much that appeals, deceiving in plain sight conceals
Need to shut off these five blinders and just feel
Emotive steel: not agitated, closer to elation
Inspiration, exaltation, mental state in
Back to the doors in constant contemplation
Elevating till my coronation
Ether eyes
Paralyze
Amplify
Testify
Opal eye
Fire fly
Stay on my
Horizon
Revelations: alterations to the abstract
Most intellects see facts as hard stats and contracts
But see through cataracts, instruments like heart attacks
Measuring the "most compact," yet limited by tests and graphs
Still they're not that, they're only tangible beyond
Mind, matter, black, white, right and wrong
In my epitaph there's only one thing that I want
That I truly lived and longed to respond to this Phenomenon
I'll carry on following the holy prosperous
It's preposterous, the common notion of what progress is
Economists searching for infinity in objects of this finite universe
But the limitless is opposite
Gaze on the horizon, epiphany's eyelids
Open up, enlighten, roaring like a lion, sirens
Sun is rising, pressure siphons
Flying, dying, deathless joy realizing
Ether eyes
Paralyze
Amplify
Testify
Opal eye
Fire fly
Stay on my
Horizon
Ether eyes
Paralyze
Amplify
Testify
Opal eye
Fire fly
Stay on my
Horizon

I can't count the times that I've been here before
Only to stand dazzled at the seven doors
Baffled without a key by symbols that I've explored
Year after year, in intellect and furthermore
Things I adore in queue for the guillotine
Some obscene, some routine, even serene
But I contravene, feels like I need someone to intervene
Pursuit to find the heart of this Machine
Cogs and Wheel, from minuscule to majuscule
Je cherche incessament ce qui est real
So much that appeals, deceiving in plain sight conceals
Need to shut off these five blinders and just feel
Emotive steel: not agitated, closer to elation
Inspiration, exaltation, mental state in
Back to the doors in constant contemplation
Elevating till my coronation
Ether eyes
Paralyze
Amplify
Testify
Opal eye
Fire fly
Stay on my
Horizon
Revelations: alterations to the abstract
Most intellects see facts as hard stats and contracts
But see through cataracts, instruments like heart attacks
Measuring the "most compact," yet limited by tests and graphs
Still they're not that, they're only tangible beyond
Mind, matter, black, white, right and wrong
In my epitaph there's only one thing that I want
That I truly lived and longed to respond to this Phenomenon
I'll carry on following the holy prosperous
It's preposterous, the common notion of what progress is
Economists searching for infinity in objects of this finite universe
But the limitless is opposite
Gaze on the horizon, epiphany's eyelids
Open up, enlighten, roaring like a lion, sirens
Sun is rising, pressure siphons
Flying, dying, deathless joy realizing
Ether eyes
Paralyze
Amplify
Testify
Opal eye
Fire fly
Stay on my
Horizon
Ether eyes
Paralyze
Amplify
Testify
Opal eye
Fire fly
Stay on my
Horizon