Lyrics act I - Vy

Pay heath to my rhymes traveler
For my tongue has been sharpened by sins

Each syllable procured to perfection
Hidden in pockets for self exploration

Wicked are the blessed who surrender to fear
Plagued by lies that they hear with their ears

Ignored are the magical who hide from their mind
Riddled by guilt from denying the divine

Misunderstood by the world they were born to rule
At mercy to the tools created by fools

Everything you seek is already within you
Look deep and set free your energy

Every soul has two lives, the second is asleep
Until the first evolves from silence into synergy

Wake up

The vibrations are here to set you free