Introspection Dot Ding (Doo)

My days are numbered, remaining slumbered By day enamoured, by love and balance I take my stance in nature's pants Science speaking in a trance, and so I do my dance People people, what do you know What is told and shown, or that which you know How do you know, that it ain't all for show And can you see with the first eye calling the Talk to me, God, source, course my in your light Guide me righteously, I humble your sight Because me, I am meek, I speak what I know And what I see just seems way too far below I want the truth, I'm in my own calling booth No floor ideas inside my tooth roof Speaking up consciously for the social aloof Alluding loose mouths, all mind is crime by design Speak up from the heart, start and depart The voice from the chest and refine best Cause letting out a spout of terror make a pallbearer (Cause letting our a spout of terror make a pallbearer)