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open door, cold wind
the portal is where the road ends
new dreads make it unrestable on old wins
this is the story we both stem
and an aura of bliss is what we are engulfed in
we`ll cross the dimensions right after our morning cold blend
when the trip is done, the door will forever be bolted
now, after going through time and space
do we emerge in a different place
there is a breeze with upcoming haze
and there are breaking through: the first incoming sun rays
we’ve got displaced but aren’t out of place on our way over the clay
we walk into the evening
it feels like soaring with even wings
we set up camp: eating, resting and sleeping
what illusions do we have to cross through
before we arrive at the point we`re seeking
some try to reach Nirvana by tripping on weekends
this is a trip going on weeks on end
across the seven seas
in our boots: seven league
and our car from the seventies
on the bottom of every ocean are seven keys
seven years and seven weeks
this is like walking through middle-earth
or progressing with a riddled curse
we take a shot of ginger liquor first
now looking like shadow-figures in the dirt
this is a quest similar to the one to the dark tower
self-discovery is one of art`s powers
we keeps it funky like Midnight Marauders
we start again when dawn breaks
this time of uproar made this land one where law fades
the steady crunching under our feet sounds like crossing frosted flakes
we let instinct take over like sharks, jaw face
the wolfs of the tundra, over rivers of sulfur
natural born hunters, part of the culture
the light becoming fainter marks the arrival of the vultures
twenty-three years and dancing like a bear with beer
laying back and let the wind steer
and going to the theater watching King Lear
across the seven seas
in our boots: seven league
and our car from the seventies
on the bottom of every ocean are seven keys
seven years and seven weeks
we make it look easy like those on the juice
this is a month to let loose
after living as a recluse
mantras getting renewed
no imposter
real interest on the roaster
throwing overboard the caution
and overriding the current notion
across the seven seas
in our boots: seven league
and our car from the seventies
on the bottom of every ocean are seven keys
seven years and seven weeks
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