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Mystic Roots

: Play I some music: (dis a) reggae music! Play I some music: (dis a) reggae music! Roots, rock, reggae: dis a reggae music! Roots, rock, reggae: dis

a deep sleep We don't know teh Words for waking up. The Beam of Eternity makes us sleep - why ? The mind is alive - cold frost. But one time the Mystical

't prove of most of the things that he chooses to speak of And still won't research and find out the root of the truth that you seek of Scholars teach

, the God incarnate born, whose arm those crimson trophies won which now His brow adorn; fruit of the mystic rose, as of that rose the stem; the root

dark, dusk howling softly 6 o'clock Charcoal light, the fine sight was moving black The sound was music mellow steady flow And man son mind just mystic

don't know the Words for waking up. The Beam of Eternity makes us sleep - why? The mind is alive - cold frost. But one time the Mystical Words will

battle Which hasn't winner Which will have the end? [Equirhodont:] No one knows, and don't understand This endless urge Conquer the mystery and mysticism

galaxy I land in farmers crops spelling out the name 'Apathy' Speaking my name is blasphemy, so call me your majesty Majestic phonetics begin to affect your reality Religiously, I mystically

Walcott, don't you know that it's insane? Don't you wanna get out of Cape Cod? Out of Cape Cod tonight? Walcott, mystic seaport is that way Don't you