When the sea is boiling
And the Earth recoiling
Kundalini coiling, rushing like a current up your spine
And you know these days are strange
And that something had to change
Something always out of range
Something no one else can find
When the weather darkens
And still no one hearkens
Strange time, strange land
Your ascension is assured
Your ascension, your reward
Your ascension is assured
Your ascension, your reward
Your ascension is assured
Your ascension, your reward
And the universe changed its mind
And you want what you can't find
And you say, "I saw the sign"
It's a sign for the blind
Into your heaven, I want to get even
Into your heaven, I want to get even
When the weather darkens
And still no one hearkens
We struggle with our thoughts
In a dream, in a room, in a song, in a paper
In an article you read in the age
Ascendence, ascendence
Ascendence, ascendence
Your ascension is assured
Your ascension, your reward
Your ascension is assured
Your ascension, your reward
Your ascension is assured
Your ascension, your reward
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