Letra da Música Shadow Man de Primitive Reason

Shadow man; write rhymes in the dark,
Away from the crowds in the bar.
I listen to the beat from afar
Travel through the night till it hits and ignites with a spark.
The words come pouring and a new cycle starts,
Born a new story, born a new star.
Born a new path to be walked with the heart.
Born a new path to be walked with the heart.

Go through life standing firm
Those who think they right dealing strife never learn.
Everything we write is devised to be burned.
I test my will and might throwing words to the urn.
Words turn to ash, ash turn to dust.
Everything we learn we’ll unlearn as a must,
Before the final turn in the wheel must be thrust,
The dust must blow.

Thus we’ll begin again, to sin again
To mistrust what we’ll win again
Until a gust of wing brings the scent of our stink again;
let us know
Everything she gives we have taken,
We should listen to the will of the maker
Remember we were born…

From the center all things come and become.
When they come undone.
They’ll return to the one.
Recur to the sum.
From which none will be shun.
Thy will be done, crawl, walk or run
cry overcome, Pray to be stunned
Pry the become,
find in all sound the surround mighty hum

Go through life standing firm.
Everything we write is alright to be burned.
Before the last fight we’ll ignite the last urn;
Set the last fire in the night to burn bright
In the pyre that will light the new turn.
Let the smoke rise to the sky as we churn,
Let us leave what we have to be burned.
Let us turn around head bound to the profound.
Let us come around finally bow to the ground.
Hear the sound of our peace come down,
hear the chaos cease,
With due defeat hear the chaos leave (us)
to the heat of a new sunny day.
Again we’ll be children
who will run and will play with no worries.
We will gleam clean and we will flourish.
We will stream a new stream
with new courage to the sea
of the new found dream we will nourish.

From the center all things come and become
When they come undone
They’ll return to the one
Recur to the sum
From which none will be shun
Thy will be done, crawl, walk or run
Cry overcome, Pray to be stunned
Pry the become,
find in all sound the surround mighty hum.

If the blessed weren’t the manifested…