[INTRO]
They call it peak variance, a shift in the nerve,
A high-frequency signal that few can observe.
It’s not earth-worship, magic, or practical light,
It’s the gift of the Lord moving daytime and night.
[VERSE ONE]
Synapses fire beyond the standard design,
Decibels of foresight inside of the mind.
I saw the wall shatter before it took place,
A tear in the shower, a vision of space.
Running out to the hall as the tremor took hold,
Whittier Narrows quake played out as foretold.
Not a guess, not a gamble, the numbers were locked,
Even my father just stood there shocked.
[PRE-CHORUS]
A high-frequency current, a high-level mind,
The stats say it’s rare, but it’s purely divine.
No spell and no ritual, no secret display,
Just the power of God passing through every day.
[CHORUS]
Tah-koo wah-Khahn, the energy flows,
Where the science ends, the spirit world grows.
From the wind in the silence to the vision held true,
It’s the power of Heaven that’s carrying through.
Ween-yahn wah-Khahn, the bloodline is signed,
It’s the gift of the Lord, the extraordinary mind.
[VERSE TWO]
I saw the three ponds surround the main tree,
Before the shop doors were opened to me.
Saw the departure two years down the road,
A cool autumn breeze while the vision unfolded.
Then touched the dark friction, felt shock in my hand,
A shadow so deep no physician could stand.
The sail on the ocean, the call on the line—
Every detail delivered exact on the time.
[CHORUS]
Tah-koo wah-Khahn, the energy flows,
Where the science ends, the spirit world grows.
From the wind in the silence to the vision held true,
It’s the power of Heaven that’s carrying through.
Ween-yahn wah-Khahn, the bloodline is signed,
It’s the gift of the Lord, the extraordinary mind.
[VERSE THREE]
Floating through hallways I’d never once walked,
Mapping the structure before anyone talked.
Felt the cold static of things in the room,
To the heavy old furniture left to its doom.
Stood in the heat of a motionless field,
Prayed for the stillness to break and to yield—
A circle of wind started moving right there,
A localized vortex of air out of nowhere.
[BRIDGE]
First it was terror to drift from the frame,
A child in the dark calling God’s holy name.
Now I can leap from the peak to the ground,
Control every movement without any sound.
The White Buffalo, a sign turning from white to black,
A new cycle returning, no turning it back.
Clear out the dark, let the natural heal,
The gift is restored and the power is real.
[CHORUS]
Tah-koo wah-Khahn, the energy flows,
Where the science ends, the spirit world grows.
From the wind in the silence to the vision held true,
It’s the power of Heaven that’s carrying through.
Ween-yahn wah-Khahn, the bloodline is signed,
It’s the gift of the Lord, the extraordinary mind.
[OUTRO]
A gifted mind , high frequency,
Not of this earth.
Given by God.
Tah-koo wah-Khahn.
Ween-yawn Wah-khan
Breathe it in.