oh i once believed in the simplest of teachings for the simplest of reasons i was once a good man i did the work of some gods hands it was a golden age a golden land i once was controlled by thoughts that no force of will could hold back no simple prayer could combat i once tore a tree from the ground and heard a hundred little sounds of the rotten fruit falling down the sun has set upon the day of eternal youth and its golden age i no longer live in that cage because life tore apart my construct of what was true and what was love was below and what was above i saw a world in motion and let go of those notions that strangled my emotions and like a wave turned in the ocean no word that i have spoken ive been breathing in that motion but i see the way i see the way i see the way but i see the way i see the way i see the way but i see the way i see the way i see the way but i see the way i see the way i see the way 