ALL ITEMS HAVE BEEN FORAGED AND PUT TOGETHER AUTHENTICALLY WITH DEEP INTENT. MY BOYFRIEND STARTING MAKING FINGERS OUT OF CLAY FOR ME, I THOUGHT THEY WOULD BE PERFECT FOR MY ART.
Scorpions have a lot to teach
About protecting the dead
The souls in the afterlife aren't quite sure where to travel
The paths are complex and winding
Some choose to stay in spirit, here on the Earth
attaching themselves to a house, to an object
You wonder what assistance you could fasten
to a vehicle-less steed
An energetic imprint, an Ancestor watching over
May they know where to go, may they be protected
Wisdom comes from places unknown, it may seem crazy
But the wild minds know the truth
Stories are never lost, and always accessed
You just have to know how to make the call
Scorpions have a lot to teach
About protecting the dead
The souls in the afterlife aren't quite sure where to travel
The paths are complex and winding
Some choose to stay in spirit, here on the Earth
attaching themselves to a house, to an object
You wonder what assistance you could fasten
to a vehicle-less steed
An energetic imprint, an Ancestor watching over
May they know where to go, may they be protected
Wisdom comes from places unknown, it may seem crazy
But the wild minds know the truth
Stories are never lost, and always accessed
You just have to know how to make the call
ALL ITEMS HAVE BEEN FORAGED AND PUT TOGETHER AUTHENTICALLY WITH DEEP INTENT. MY BOYFRIEND STARTING MAKING FINGERS OUT OF CLAY FOR ME, I THOUGHT THEY WOULD BE PERFECT FOR MY ART.