I found writings of a dead dead man
Read them before went to sleep
I had a dream from the future

Based on the words from the past

Afraid of what is to come

Charged with the flame
And the stream will come to you
Afraid of what is to come

Charged with the flame, let it flow
Thoughts are moving


Extended arms towards the sky
Stone of the desert at my command
Fire fills, fills my lungs

As the sea washes my awareness

Afraid of what is to come

Charged with the flame
And the stream will come to you
Afraid of what is to come

Charged with the flame, let it flow
Thoughts are moving


Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow
And the stream will come to you!


I found writings of a dead dead man
Read them before went to sleep
The writings are my own

The writings are my own

Afraid of what is to come

Charged with the flame
And the stream will come to you
Afraid of what is to come

Charged with the flame, let it flow
Thoughts are moving