Kaala - Time
This disease holds me captive As Time speeds past me Like a drunk monkey Bit by a scorpions fury Into the abyss of silence I wish to dive To think and hold My rare thoughts divine While I rise from ths chasm This disease spreads again Hurting my every thought Holding me against my thoughts This ego, this lie This life in a bottle That rots and ages And dies in time What for this dream What for this life Crazed am I With this desire for light My ego, my disease Death to supreme Come to me My Lord Kaala, my everlasting Love I am yours Sat Chit Ananda