THE POTT lyrics : "Prajñā"
To build your grudge up like
Pillars of smoke
Clinging to the air
You inspire
Golden days
To see your everything outlined
He will never come
And you'll never see the
Saviour's light
Point out my flaws
What about yours?
You'd better listen now
Don't you know that silence is
Golden days
To never be the same but I'll
Teach you because
You can't help but being
Paralyzed
Golden days
To climb the path of faith, ignite
Your self to sow
The seed of the aware,
True eye
Now I have no flaws
What about yours?
Can you see me now,
From the brightest beacon?
Can you hear me now,
By the highest mountain?
But
Now
I can
Fall
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