Oh my God
Oh my god
But you gotta look inside
It’s the rhythm of your soul
The rhythm of the tide
Oh my god the rhythm of their words
Is the rhythm of my tears
The rhythm of the time and the rhythm of the years
The laws are written for the purpose of the blind
The music is written for the freedom of the mind
You say to feel the rhythm
I gotta look up high
Well I got my own way across the great divide
Intracacy
Musicaility
Especially
Impractically
Non factually
In tu i tively
Move your body and see
Funability