We’re on Paulo’s Path
We’re on Paulo’s Path
We’re on Paulo’s Path
We’re on Paulo’s Path
He fed the fire as the clouds turned pink
He boiled his Ten Wu tea and he started to drink
The moon clocked in the bats did back flips
The flame spiraled out into fractal gymnastics
The artists woke up for their graveyard shifts
To paint with Krylon like rail yard alchemists
He liked the smell of aerosol and VOCs
The mosquitoes did air assaults the meal was me
Is thе earth just a carousel we ridе it and leave?
The junkyard had beheaded dolls and car batteries
When the aliens come that's probably all they'll see
The ruins of capitalism and a trash filled sea
Money over everything that's evil math to me
No gods no masters is how it has to be
Self-mastery that's Paulo's Path for me
Throw in 3 caps and laugh and have some magic tea
Did plants invent us just to move them around?
And give us ideas like planting seeds in the ground?
Are pheromones the original internet?
An invisible way to get messages sent?
Is consciousness more than the tissue in the cranium?
What lies beyond it, inside the subterranean?
Learn from the child there's release in the tantrum
We're taught to hold it in and silence does damage
Dominators want you to serve a machine
To work a bullshit job with a bullshit routine
Institutions make puppets so I’m chewing the strings
I find teachers in waterfalls, rivers, and streams
The animal prints in the snow made a figure 8
The way they braided paths seem to look like DNA
No one knows what’s going on cuz no one knows each other
No one will save you we can only save each other
We’re on Paulo’s Path
We’re on Paulo’s Path
We’re on Paulo’s Path
We’re on Paulo’s Path