Maybe God Knows You, But Google Knows You Not
Why is it dyin'
is such a big
part of livin'
Is it dyin' or
livin' that separates us
from givin' to each other
Is it a fence or a curtain
some kind of veil
behind the veil of illusion
lies a domain of exclusion
across the river Styx
Of such things
I am not really certain
you know the mind
can play tricks
at this time of the morning
but of my anger
I can bear witness
Maybe God knows you but Google knows you not
hope that you can
rest in peace
silver trust and golden dust
perfumed evenings filled with musk
cast off these shackles
and return my lust to live
Like a river steering a
new course
cutting a canyon
I want to flow to the essence
of my life force
and find my way home
with abandon
Why is it that dyin'
is such a big part of livin?
come on let's search our engines
Is it dyin' or livin' that separates
us from givin' to each other after all
the apache kid