The true poet

Now you may not come to the same conclusion

But every poet knows where these words come from,

Be it the hieroglyphs in the pyramids,

Be it the om radiating from the sun,

We know these words come and return to the one,

And the one true poet will never truly know it,

But you can guarantee, When we sing we'll show it,

So listen to me, teaching you your true destiny,

And listen to the lovers, giving it away for free,

And if you like the sound of my conclusions

Well pick up the pen and put it to paper

And when your done drop it the deepest cratour

Until your ready to sing along with our songs,