[Verse 1] A tablespoon at a time, Makes everything fine. The whisky. The breath. The heartbeat keeping time. One step. One seed. One sunrise at a time. The garden never hurried, Yet everything arrives. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Math against science, Philosophy between. The space where opposites Learn what balance means. The right and wrong. The light and shade. The seeds we carry Become the worlds we make. ⸻ [Chorus] It was twisted… Misunderstood… Allllllllllll alooooooong! Can you see it? Can you feel it? Can you hear existence sing? Find the balance. Find the middle. That’s where every answer lives. We already have what we neeeeed… We have it allllll… ⸻ [Verse 2] Wars from misunderstanding. Shadows cast by fear. Two tongues meet a stranger And suddenly enemies appear. The playground became a battlefield. The harvest became a score. Everyone counting what they lack While standing in abundance’s door. ⸻ [Bridge] Look around. The fruit is hanging from the branches. The rivers still flow. The stars still dance. The earth keeps giving. The sky keeps opening. Life keeps offering The same miraculous chance. Again. And again. And again. ⸻ [Final Chorus] Please… Stop… The… Greeeeeeeed… The wanting more. The endless war. The hunger that forgets What the heart is for. Find the balance. Taste the harvest. Lay the weapons down. The fruits are ripe. The table’s set. The miracle is now. We already have what we neeeeed… We have it alllll… So breathe. And enjoy the fucking fruits. ⸻ Zerxi’s Observation: The garden was never empty. Only the lens was hungry.
