lies from conceitful eyes I won't simmer in this complacency I won't settle for this false me I'll cry it out: Holyname. Holyname
: O Gopinatha, Lord of the Gopis: please hear my request I am a wicked materialist, always addicted to worldly desires, and no good qualities do i posses
from conceitful eyes I won't simmer in this complacency I won't settle for this false me I'll cry it out: Holyname. Holyname
: I try, to slake my, thirst on desert sand. hot dunes choke my throat, arid & parched. I try , to slake my, thirst on desert sand. how can i, slake
: Call it a lie Call it a crutch Call it denial Say it's an escape It's only the fear sought to beguile Say I've lost my tear Say I've lost my
: Aham sarvasya prabhavo mattah sarvam pravartate iti matva bhajante mam budha bhava-samanvitah ( I am the source of all spiritual and material worlds
: Don't tell me you don't surrender And don't say you're not a servant I see you slave away to the dictates of your senses you must obey. Slave In
: You said I could find live in the folds of your flesh You said you loved me You never knew me You said it was called love You said it was more
: Grow, but what/who will have to go? you know i gotta grow i gotta yearn i gotta learn & i got to move ahead friendships changed = progress made (?)
: The deeper i try to go, the shallower i find myself i dance on the strings of selfishness, self-righteousness imprisoned in my house of greed entombed
Aham sarvasya prabhavo mattah sarvam pravartate iti matva bhajante mam budha bhava-samanvitah ( I am the source of all spiritual and material worlds
The deeper i try to go, the shallower i find myself i dance on the strings of selfishness, self-righteousness imprisoned in my house of greed entombed
O Gopinatha, Lord of the Gopis: please hear my request I am a wicked materialist, always addicted to worldly desires, and no good qualities do i posses
Grow, but what/who will have to go? you know i gotta grow i gotta yearn i gotta learn & i got to move ahead friendships changed = progress made (?)
Call it a lie Call it a crutch Call it denial Say it's an escape It's only the fear sought to beguile Say I've lost my tear Say I've lost my self
I try, to slake my, thirst on desert sand. hot dunes choke my throat, arid & parched. I try , to slake my, thirst on desert sand. how can i, slake
Don't tell me you don't surrender And don't say you're not a servant I see you slave away to the dictates of your senses you must obey. Slave In
