I’ve cancelled my contract for a condo in the city of the dead

And signed up for Heaven here on Earth instead

I had wondered: what is the use of a lift whose doors

Will only open between floors before it falls back again

Into this worried world made by men

Let it be said; when we, through forgiving, remove the flimsy fake ceiling

That holds in suspense the dead and the living

We can enlighten up for good

And live in the present as we should without being tense

Cos when we are relaxed we can be open and what’s more

That’s not just to have lifts open doors at the right floors

Let us release our feelings through open ceilings

And let’s have the balls to kick down our habitual walls

No ceilings; no walls, means no condos in the city of the dead

Just free voyagers of consciousness riding all of the frequency waves instead.

No Condos in the City of the Dead

You Can’t Say It’s Not There 

We Are The Poetry/Utilise the Universal

Your Elevation/Blokes in Cloaks

Theme: The Afterlife