Who let the cat out of the bag?
Who told the world that I was older?
Who laughed at all I had?
Who said the rains was over?
I am a small and gentle man
Who carries the world upon his shoulders
Kindly lend a helping hand
Come over
And hold on to me
And hold on to me
Hold on
My behavior's hard to understand
When I'm like a phone with no connection
But I'm still doin all I can
To try and get me some redemption
And I'm knee-deep in sinking sand
Crying out for your attention
Kindly lend a helping hand
For once to find convention
And hold on to me
Hold on
Our task is to transform ourselves,
Into awakened multidimensional beings
That's are fulling our dream before the 4th and 5th dimensions to the third.
It is the inner meaning between Earth ascending and Heaven descending
This sacred magic has already been achieved by many of us.
The nameless others are awakening daily
As the cause steadfastly intensifies.
We are the claiming of divine birthright and heritage
Remembering that we are angels incarnate;
Vast starried beings of light.
We are no longer limited and bound by the illusions of time, space, and matter
We are ready to join as dominations of the one
The new doorways cannot be opened or passed by any of us
Still operating as individual units of consciousness.
They are brought into manifestation from our unified presence;
Through our focused intent;
Through our total commitment to serving a higher purpose.
This is the to an entirely different energy pattern.
It is the step beyond the mound dimensional uni.
It is a journey into the unknown which shall lead us ever closer to home.
Writer(s): Brian Molko, Stefan Olsdal, Steven Joseph Forrest, William Patrick Lloyd
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