Welcome, welcome.
Welcome, welcome.
Wake up, wake up, we're on fire.
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up.
I'm on fire, I'm on fire.
I feel my spirit rise as the desert of diamonds.
See the real ground below, we know, we know, we reap what we sow.
Speak the truth, no escape, not that I want to, except our fate.
We live in the face of the milky way, and we make what we can do, can and can.
And we make what we can do to make it right for all children coming right.
We feel the peace below, and we purify it. I feel the sage along my spine.
I feel blessed, I feel clear, I see the sunrise, the warmth is near.
In the desert sage, the missile rolls away.
I feel my spirit rise as I see the home fly.
No escape from truth, not that we want to, cause we live from within.
We feel the song as we begin, no day, no light.
We are alive, we are alive.
We're ready to fly in our desert sage, we purify it.
Wind blows, I feel you above and beyond. I love you for the sound.
Sage rip off on a rock in my desert sage, I feel the purest dying.
I feel good in you, at sunrise, where I go.
Wake up on fire, because the spirit talks to you, you are ready for your own truth.
You make you, you make right, you are alive. Talks to you, you are ready through and through.
As you purify, you make right.
