From the ride of growth to the circle of luv

Flooded by self creation

Loaded with relentless temptation

Open the self to the highest rules

No rules at all nothing to prove at all

My free will being so mean to the world

My soul fee is a beam which might enlight the Underworld and bring back the exhiled folk

Hand by hand with the goat

Channel the lost heritage from ethereal to flash from immaterial to scratch

Moving like a glitch trough the veils unpredictable like a blitz

The J
Clarity