Arriving at the temple
I see all the golden doors
each one leads to certain truth
cross marble tiles and marble floors
one for baptists and catholics too
one for hindus and one for jews
with all the brands and viewpoints
no wonder masses are confused

"Brian Talking thru a mega phone"
"We all stood around, looking at each other, different cultures, different styles, I see a boy there on crutches, a sick bag lady and a millionaire, A fat beer belly red face man w/ a giant bloodvessel cherrry nose who smell of a tint on colonge and vodka on his breath and clothes . All gatherered round handing each other pamphlets and the shaved head ones gave flowers, some bitter some arrogant,some zealous, some looking mad as hell as if they would kill me at the wrong moment. The insense burned and a bell ring, so I followed the fellow bison into awakening"

So I picked out my current flavor
that my parents and I were sold
walked down the corridor
confident and very bold
all my views came crashing down
all my schemas quickly falter
thats when I found enlightment
all the halls led to the same alter,alter,alter,altered,altered.altered