Lionsong

Will I ever choose to be
The lion side of me
Free of ego, oh

Will I ever choose to be
The lion side of me
Free of ego, oh

Hunting me, stalking me
Through the shadows
It’s hard to see
Coming to break me down

To the foundation, the bases
Like way back before
The city was born
When backs were sore
And feet were worn Ra
Like the Sun-God of the pharaoh
Tearing at bones
To suck on the marrow
Feasting on the roots of life
The beast in me is full of light
Golden, but cannot be
Bought or sold
It is whole and doesn't do
Just what its told is right
But rather
Says and does
Exactly what bubbles up
From below his bladder
And what all them other cats
Say doesn't matter, no

Will I ever choose to be
The lion side of me
Free of ego, oh

Will I ever choose to be
The lion side of me
Free of ego, oh