They Dwell Beneath the Temples - Traveler John lyrics

be in the beauty of being dwell on the morrow to rob the beauty of seeing onto future in computers, we blast up the past the now is completing we've found and accepted the greetings from the guardians who gather in meetings more than ever competing when the power is fleeting satellite pa**erby in the temple of the sky rain down cognition reflecting all sides I stand still to bring about my own my very own I stand still to bring about my own on a wobbly wagon pulled by a confused mule the ground I stand on pulled by a confused mule be in the beauty of being dwell on the morrow to rob the beauty of seeing onto future in computers, we blast from the past the now is completing we've found and accepted the greetings you've got what you asked for