I must be strong now, The weight of the world is weighing me into the ground. I have to shake my head from those clouds, Stop falling down and hold my head up proud. I never belonged but everyone longs for something or someone. Do not let your fears turn into visions. Hypnotised by paranoid televisions! You are destined for greatness, open the consciousness, Do your best, you are blessed, Love the loveless and break the heartless. Even if this is not my home, I am not alone, Exploring the hunger to belong, Best friends long gone, But I’ll never forget them With me till the end my friend SO We can stay free, cherish our memories, even when we, use substance to gain self esteem, we alleviate anxieties. Fuck sake it’s only temporary before depression gets you thinking negatively, it’s a struggle to conquer in sobriety, but it will make for a stronger mentality. Mental health is a priority. Suicide is on my mind almost daily, I gave thanks for the times that you gave me, and nothing but respect for your bravery. Now I want to be happy, and I recognize the love around me, I start to think positively and I remember to use; courtesy.

Yes! I can now breathe freely, clearly and fresh, and fresh, the unrest leaves me, I say goodbye to awkwardness, open the curtains, so long darkness. The Demons are soaked in holiness. Good people, good vibes. A new season, a new life. I decide who I want by my side, cure the poisons in my life, and then I realise, and then you realise, that the ceiling can be quite high, and there’s goodness outside. Life and light, not limited to the night sky, we thrive, like satellites of love, we’re going up, but we might come back for a visit. Like April showers turned to blizzards, the moods can swing. Cutting your paper with scissors, but for now there aint no winners. As the sun comes up, a new day rises playing with lady luck. Being grateful comes first; happiness will follow in due course. I think of you and smile, sincere and fragile. The times we spent together, more meaningful then ever, more important that I never, realised that they were over, before my eyes, good people, good times. Yes! The sun shines, it is alright sometimes. Grateful for this moment in time, The moment is divine! How does it feel to be in paradise? Paradise is alive in your mind And you are too kind. A new season, a new life A new season, a new life. Love, revolution and wine, These beautiful moments all combine. Music and images of life, Beautiful people lured outside – Yes! The sun shines, reach for the skies, Good dope, good fun and good times, Friends and family reunite in a united state of mind. Never give up it’s such a wonderful life. Let this wonder guide us all towards the light, Knowing from the heart what is right. The uncertain darkness dies. A new season, a new life, A new season, a new life, A reason to believe in, yes feel the vibes. The Ceiling Demons are going outside, Reaching new highs, Sound tracking your lives, Leading the tribe, Painting your minds, Our words resonate from inside. The good times rise. Smoke the skies. No need for a disguise When the light shines so bright, Eyes are on the prize. A new season, a new life A new season, a new life A new season, a new life A new season, a new life.

The pianos of change crash upon our days, Crashing just like waves washing away any ache, The tides of time always change. Lose yourself in rhythm, There are patterns inside of everything, Reasons why your heart is beating, Reasons behind the four seasons. An old day dies, a new day rises. Every moment is full of surprises, And the music will bring us together, The beat will always save us, I am sure. Whether or not we battle each other, This is for my people under the weather. This is rock n roll, with soul, delivered in a hip-hop flow. Well it’s kinda like the sound of thunder, the blues was used to inspire. Alongside culture and technology, rock ‘n’ roll became revolutionary. These keys cut, a lock, a crack appears, the time is clear. We sustain the core ideas which spread through this era. Piano looping over, the same twelve notes in different orders, every genre, explored further, music getting pushed forward. Sometimes I feel so happy, so sad, upset, unrest and mad. Love and peace heals me, along with musical abilities, and good old memories. Trying to find out what it is, We’re always questioning. The revolution is not on the television, Praise to Gil Scot-Heron. Rest in peace to a true legend and a true inspiration, We keep heading in one direction, And that is forward although our lives are not straight forward. It’s complicated so we must be patient, Death may finally take us, But we’ll always live through music. Whether we listen or create it, It lives through our spirits And that is what it is, And that is what it is, And that is what it is.

Raising the roof, the legend starts unfolding, a tormented living proof of a hero who’s there for you. Lessons learn, times chance. The good and the bad fuse to make pain, we pray. In substance to numb the mind and look away, look away down where the dead men lay. We pay tribute to you and honour your names. Respect to the graves of another man slain. There is no going back, The hero of time lived in the past, Though it is up to us to re-enact a heroic re-enactment, Take your sword from the stone. You are not alone, Sit upon your ceiling throne, Look how much you have grown, The fight against the unknown almost took its toll. Legacies Left, littered with question marks and emptiness, we confess our sins and pile them with regrets, so much for light, give me darkness… There are legends walking among us, Star signs in Libra and Taurus, Air and Earth – lift us up, Natural resources and bare elements. Liquids and fires, keeping us warm and numb, Alive and breathing, we need these things To keep growing. Wisdom, courage and power can build an empire, Keep it lit with your fuel on the fire, Sure we can escape in liquor, But the fog gets thinker, So we escape in liqua. Legacies Left, littered with question marks and emptiness, we confess our sins and pile them with regrets, so much for light, give me darkness… Legacies Left, littered with question marks and emptiness, we confess our sins and pile them with regrets, so much for light, give me darkness… Rise from your grave, Morning is calling again. A new day, a new way of thinking, Forget about the evil, We are the Ceiling Demons. So high, but that is the rule, The only thing we’ll be cheating is death and that is all. We defeated the floors, conquered the walls And took our thrones in the – clouds, Now we wear our crowns, Always seeing what is going down, But looking down upon no man. Our royalty is only our opinion. You must make your own decisions, Get past the obstacles with precision. Willing to become the monster So that the hero has a reason for being. Legacies Left, littered with question marks and emptiness, we confess our sins and pile them with regrets, so much for light, give me darkness… Shadow of his former self, the hero’s name returns again. But the call remained unanswered. We’re just waiting for the sign of Cancer, the sun sets, summers over. Before you know we’re embracing winter, it’s over another year ticking over. Take your sword from the stone. You are not alone, Sit upon your ceiling throne, Look how much you have grown, The fight against the unknown almost took its toll, But it did not kill you. And for that you have grown, Grown into the hero of your own legendary world. Legacies Left, littered with question marks and emptiness, we confess our sins and pile them with regrets, so much for light, give me darkness… Legacies Left, littered with question marks and emptiness, we confess our sins and pile them with regrets, so much for light, give me darkness…