(Buddhist Singing)
Ahhh…Yeah
Riot like a Buddhist. (4 times)
Riot…like a Buddhist does.
Verse 1
I must be crazy thinking this will work.
Because, deep in my heart darkness lurks.
I wake up everyday trying to hold on,
To the memories. Where did I go wrong?
Who’s there (echo). Don’t break my line,
Fishing for answers impossible to find.
Caught in Twain, wrapped up in Time.
A captain guiding ships in unknown rivers of my mind.
It’s time you know how I feel about this.
Tired of living like a savage, thinking with my fists.
Everything’s a mist kissed by a darker understanding,
Our carnal instincts caged by laws of reprimanding.
Attempt to build a home, but all erect a shed.
And dreams made unattainable while chaos looms ahead.
You’re killing me so I must be the living dead,
Cursed to walk the haunted path which you have led.
(Chorus)
If you’re wild and you’re crazy and everything is amiss in your life.
Take to the streets and write it wild like Buddhists do.
Join in a Buddhist Riot with me. Join in a Buddhist Riot with me.
Yeah aaahhyyeah. Join in a Buddhist Riot. Come on everybody, yeahaa.
Join in a Buddhist Riot with me.
Verse 2
A God rises inside with violence in my veins.
I laugh and write, ‘time to grasp the reigns’.
Conrad speaks to me in my concrete jungle.
I can’t help but feel your greed and agree to be humble.
Evil hides well behind a mask of tailored suits.
I know you’re in cahoots bruising all my tapered roots.
Barbarians in the city are told it’s all their fault.
But they can’t help the mindless chatter that drives them to assault.
Who makes the rules? Why can’t it be me?
Of course, it’s plain to see the rage in me must be what’s freed.
Creativity and truth lost in regulations.
Here’s revelation of the truth. I’m not your animation.
I don’t want to be alone in my journey through hell,
But writing, flying, gliding high; I’ll break out of my shell.
While clouds in heaven pass me by, I’ll no longer wait
A God inside rises and says its time to take shape.
(echo) ~ Time…time to take shape.
*Chorus