Paradigm, God, demon, Religion, The soul in all of us Paradigm, God, demon, Religion, The soul in all of us Conception shapes our minds Like the sun. Abiding and divined Enrooted in your souls Permeating and intertwined Let them thrive ,let them flower Reveal your true grandeur But who else to achieve your desire? You can’t be done yet? Gasping peant for air, the suffocation blunts your sight Always compelled But that’s what keeps you burning Jittering in hellfire But who else to achieve your desire? Defeat is only interim Reveal your grandeur That apex you see, is where you must be That arrogant demon, show ‘em what you’re made of Don’t until your buds release Some time ago, descended that demon Germinated your soul In just a short breath, the roots permeated Their toxin breaching your soul But that toxin becomes your very blood and flesh It forms your heart, the determinism for you to rise up Where will it take you? But who else to achieve your desire? From a mere being to conception Laplace Reveal your grandeur That apex you see, is where you must be That arrogant demon, show ‘em what you’re made of Don’t cease until your buds release You just can’t abandon Can’t stop to fathom Your feet move on Counting on the break of dawn Those roots are doomed to shrivel Whether it blooms or not, is not of the essence That you gave your all Those roots were always advancing The foothold is made Through the stems you must bloom ,Your hand Reveal your grandeur That apex you see, is where you must be That arrogant demon, show ‘em what you’re made of Don’t until your buds release Reveal your grandeur That apex you see, is where you must be That arrogant demon, show ‘em what you’re made of Don’t until your buds release