LYRICS: 

Hello Chief of all Creation, it's me once again
I'm just here to remind myself that it's to you whom I depend. 
I'm hypnotized by your great surprise, it's left me bedridden 
I don't think there's been a better way to get me to surrend. 

I'm a selfish soul, you know that, to my bitter core;
You're the one who grants survival to the ones who yearn for more. 
Inhereted some fucked up shit it's always been a source of pride
I wish I could say that again but if I did inside I'd die. 

And you said, "it's alright"
And you said, "don't fight"

I'm hypnotized by your great surprise it's left me bedridden 
I've always thought I would find you elsewhere; the mountains and the wind. 

And you said. "it's alright"
And you said, "I know your plight" 
 
When I was just a child, I realized I was terrified
So I learned to sigh; I idled by. 

And the pacifists, who I thought were fighting on my side, 
their fists raised high, they passed me by. 

And if O Chief of all Creation, you should find me poor:
I will not have fooled you; you know I'll always yearn for more.
And if O Chief of all Creation, you should find me glad:
Then I gladly took your offering; let's hope that I'll turn pure.

To the Chief of all Creation

LYRICS:

Lost my keys into the breeze and now I think it's over now
I lost my keys and now I see how I've been getting overboard
The pursuit of pleasure isn't something I can even think about in this moment right now
Streams of light are passing through my

Tree fell down into the ground and now I think it's over now
Tree fell down with a great pound right next to the house where I've lived for nearly fourty years
Tree fell down and now I wonder whether my life's always been, a mortal sin
Tree fell down and now I've found that I've been waiting for something that seems to have never came

Took some branches and I turned them into a set of runes for you
You drew a few into a spread - they said that your dream was due, it wasn't news for you
You already had plans to go to where the 

Silver orbs fall slowly down in tiny circles moving round and round
A stream of light goes through them and they start reflecting eachother to infinity
I wonder if I looked into them would I also see my face reflected there as well
Or would I simply find myself falling into some kind of strange abyss

I want to know now exactly where I aim
I want to know from exactly where I came
I want to know now exactly where I aim
I want to know from exactly where I came

Streams of light are passing through

LYRICS: 

He just came back from a trip to Mexico
He could only afford to go for about a week or so
At a temple there were these Greek girls that he met
They were talking about how they lived outside the grid
One had eyes that he swore looked just like two sunsets

Back in the grey city he's got the global blues
He's thinking about her eyes and looking for some clues
Find him sitting in his room now, he's browsing the internet 

She works for a bunch of different funeral homes
She has to commute on the bus a lot alone
She's in love with a girl who makes vlogs from Italy
Who talks about Bossa Nova and Studio Ghibli 
Which are things she associates with her childhood so deeply

Looks like the global blues again
Wonder what it'd be like if the vlog girl was her friend
She's on the bus with her headphones now, she's drifting off to sleep

He's the head of tech for a social media company
He stays offline, he knows what's hidden in the feeds:
Programs that can make millions mad or glad
Exploiting the impulses of lonely people when they're sad
Dulling their focus to get more clickings on an ad

He doesn't have the global blues
He makes sure of that, you bet he knows how it's brewed
There's some advice he could share but he'll never tell you that

A group of teenagers express themselves online
They cultivate their personal blogs in their free time
Connecting with people from all around the globe
Sharing precious moments that they can't share with the local folks
Protected from the slings and arrows of queerphobes

Can't blame them for having the global blues
They live in a world where your neighbours just won't do
A blinking server somewhere has all their data by the ropes

Sky Sarwer