State of Mind: Revisited by Behold, The Tarantella Lyrics

Recalibration of perception. My intuition has been speaking in tongues I've failed to comprehend. I’ll shed my skin, I'll listen close. A redefined articulate construction of design

Washing away the distant echoes. The withered pedals amongst the fully bloomed

The new will flourish where the lifeless are laid: the perpetual cycle. Deface the concept of mourning those who have passed and commend their individuality

When sparks evolve to flames the fire destroys or maintains. Water may drown or revive the being. The earth provides a place to rest or can collapse underneath. Wind sends you over the edge or guides you at sea

It's time we assimilate the nature of our surroundings. It’s time I rectify the aftermath of my mistakes

I am the student, I am the instructor. I am the sun, I am the waves. We are the atoms that forge every aspect of this universe

Reap the fortune of coexistence. Reap the lessons from which we grow. Reap the passion from the dreams we fight for. Reap the fruit from the seeds we've sewn

Life is all about the experience, so experience all you can. Our vessels may expire, but our spirits will live on

We need the pain, we need the love, we need the hate, we need it all