The Window Songtext
von Fliptrix

This is the window to my soul
Thoughts pouring from the window of my soul

This is the window to my soul
Thoughts pouring from the window of my soul


We′re all cut from the same cloth in the universe
When I grew up, from the dirt with just two words
What are they? One love
Open it up let it flow like blood
Home's where the heart it, mine′s where the stars is
No need for caskets I'm everlasting
Write where I want, don't fuck with no margin
Man I′ve got questions that need answer
Don′t call me a dunce I'm just merely asking
I don′t fear nothing my soul's really laughing
As trees grown old I slowly carve in my name
On a part of the stage, see that′s where I was raised
That's where I shared my pain
That′s where I made my name
That's where I gained my fame
That where I changed this game

This is the window to my soul
Thoughts pouring from the window of my soul

This is the window to my soul
Thoughts pouring from the window of my soul


Super nature, supernatural
Is the maker rationable?
How are you gonna throw
If you can't catch the ball?
You can′t play this game, you ain′t a natural
Paint thrives on the walls where the grafters rule
You gotta live this life there ain't a manual
It′s practical, so I'm straight on the music thing
Coz it pulls on the strings of my heart
When my muse does sing - Polyhymnia
Feel you deep in my soul, going in for ya
Weighs heavy on my chest like indica
Wanna dance right now?
Man I′ll spin for ya
But the devil in your mind's going in for ya
You wanna see through this I′ll make a wish for ya
But you're playing with fire so it's riskier
But you′re playing with fire so it′s riskier

This is the window to my soul
Thoughts pouring from the window of my soul

This is the window to my soul
Thoughts pouring from the window of my soul

I see auras on animals
Distort the forces at war with the capital
It's all collapsable, everything′s taxable
Except your fate, your light body's innate
Mate, infinite like the figure of 8
Take visions to a limitless place
Go within find grace
You′re living by the colour of your skin?
That's waste
Or the place that you′re born
Or religion you're in you're divided
Ain′t realised your united
See through the fabric of time like psychics
You are really God
It′s just that people trick you
Your spirit lives through
There's no imminent issue
Mirror image of bliss
No figment of disproof
This is truth
This is for you
This is excellent
This is new
This is you
This is true

This is the window to my soul
Thoughts pouring from the window of my soul

This is the window to my soul
Thoughts pouring from the window of my soul