Milk - Maker Remix Songtext
von Maker

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Please don′t let me be misunderstood
If I could I'd pick the lock and leave here for good
Far from the spokesperson for the old serpent′s coercion
Who deceives the whole world behind a closed curtain
Who gave it teeth and claws? Only God knows
Made us all into microcosms of the cosmos
A father queen nursed that thing
I'm tryna turn the liquid she secretes from a poison to a vaccine
Peep the Salvador Dali milk moustache
Grade A sustenance for rug rats
The poison and the panacea
They want the good without the bad
And brave the wasteland, do the best with what they have
Seekers, born leaders, lowly creatures
Preachers, lotus eaters, yoga teachers
Blind men, mad men tryin' to escape the wrath
All linin′ up to drink sap from the sacred path


We want the milk and honey, an idyllic state
We wanna bowl serve to us on a silver plate
If you′d like a second helpin', say "Yes please"
I only sip the freshest of the fresh squeeze
We want the ambrosia, the prime real estate
We wanna see behind the veil that conceals her face
If you′d like a second helpin', say "Yes please"
I only sip the freshest of the fresh squeeze

Send us emissaries to siphon the flower′s essence
So we can move from early childhood through adolescence
And reestablish a connection to the source
In the demiurge dreamscape 'til things run their course
We want the good stuff, not the pain and the hell flames
The melt chains that lead to self change
Honey drips from my honeydips′ lips dancin' in the rain
I knocked on heaven's door ′til an answer finally came
And when I saw the ground of all being in its true form
I prostrated myself and cried like a newborn
Not a judge or a tyrant in the sky
But a universal flower inside of my mind′s eye
So while the music press keeps the hive mindedness buzzin'
And the rest of ′em count sheep with death's cousin
I′ma shake the lion's cage in the final days
And sit inside and praise in the shade of Miss Maya′s maze


We want the milk and honey, an idyllic state
We wanna bowl serve to us on a silver plate
If you'd like a second helpin', say "Yes please"
I only sip the freshest of the fresh squeeze
We want the ambrosia, the prime real estate
We wanna see behind the veil that conceals her face
If you′d like a second helpin′, say "Yes please"
I only sip the freshest of the fresh squeeze