Letra da Música Friend Or Foe de Primitive Reason

Verbal one too,
high flight rising in you,
frontalizing too much too fast.
High energies come to pass.
Herbal disaster,
faster if consumed on a full moon night.
Light the spliff and ignite,
let aid come up to fight.
Demons rise, concealed by day's
dazed now content with the right time
to have their own ways,
to run the puzzled maze.
Face herbal one too.
Strike at you if they want to attack you,
and if they ain't tame they will come at you.
Are you my ally or the devil's weed?

...And I couldn't recognize the one before me.
A dark shade, a shadow of Daze.
I was up in smoke and headed to Mars...

Yeah, I recall one day as sky child.
Dreaming about no while, no time.
No ways to differentiate from all the related fate.
Those days when wild was wild and tame was tame.
None other than that other wild child breaking in me.
The calm making of me, awakening me.

...Staring deeply at the shades,
insistent I came to recognise my hidden self,
the one that tells tales to the storyteller,
and he noticed so,
smiling leaning forward concealing no more,
revealing his guiding identity for me...

It was ten of them, coming along
riding wild horses looking
as venomous as all of us.
One hundred men.
That day was dark, fit blackest night.
Animus, dark in the heart in us,
one hundred and ten beating as hard as the animals.
Burning to fight. Bloodlust.
The beasts turned on each other in heat.
The numbers came weak.
Leaving nothing but meat and the scent of defeat.
Of the reaper. Then I met god the hero
in fear of one hundred percent karma and no percent accident.
One hundred percent reefer showed me my roots. Yeah.

...The message had been delivered
and the shadow returned to the underlying depths.
This time round the tale had spoken
of intent and the interconnected.
Of sacrifice and bliss and of the invisible...