The Atlas Moth - Sacred Vine

Running through my mind,
seeking the truth
Hoping to find my way
through my own haze
Mother Ayahuasca, suffer the pain
Summon the birds
to sing a song in my brain

Closer to space where the lines disappear
A face in the hall but it's not quite clear
An old man,
he showed me our mission at hand
There's no way around, it's written in sand
Before my eyes, my future in sand

Mother Ayahuasca,
will you suffer my pain?
Send me in thirds
to dance alone in the rain
Will she save me from my own demise?
I seem to have shed my skin
Closer to space where the lines disappear
A face in the hall but it's not quite clear
An old man,
he showed me our mission at hand
There's no way around, it's written in sand
Before my eyes, my future in sand

It feels like something's wrong
Just learn to let it go
It feels like something's wrong
And let the vine take hold

I've found what I've been looking for
Deep within, a love all for myself

I sat and prayed for the sun
to go down the mountain
I know what harmony means
I felt the force, I felt the motion