RefleXions by Stevie Wutnot

I'm tearing off the face that I let myself be
Talking to the ghosts that are living in me
Thinking up a way I can get them to leave
Working on myself to the Nth degree

Poking at the spirit I assumed to be dead
Weeding out the tangle of weeds in my head
Longing for a moment of Grace inside
Surrendering the ways of my former pride

Stop! believing in the simulation...
Stop! believing in the simulation...
We are the Power, we are the Love
RefleXions of the Sun

Da na na Na na na
Da na na Na na na
Da na na Na na na Na na na...

I'm channeling my fear into a book of songs
White knuckles on the wheel as I lurch along
Desperate for a little piece of Harmony
Looking for a hint of who I'm gonna be

Nothing short of a full-blown metamorphosis
Reconfigurations up and down the line
This is the moment
This is the time...
For Light to shine

Da na na Na na na
Da na na Na na na
Da na na Na na na Na na na...

Stop! believing in the simulation...
Stop! believing in the simulation...
We are the Power, we are the Love
RefleXions of the Sun

Da na na Na na na
Da na na Na na na
Da na na Na na na Na na na...

• Alternative
• psychedelic soul
• Kingston