Gogol Bordello - Break Into Your Higher Self lyrics
[Gogol Bordello - Break Into Your Higher Self lyrics]
There must be more to this life
Then, what driving them astray
And there must be more for us to gather
Than a one damn thing of dead end diving
I know there must be some kind of other life
That that does it all
Like butter does the knife
Not some half-forgotten mystic death
But break on through into your higher self
Into your higher self
Keep inside that avalanche of joy
That shining light of luminescent eyes, ahoy
Beacon to the suchness of all things
And oh yes the planet that makes fiery blaze
I know there must be some kind of other life
That does it all, like butter does the knife
Not some half-forgotten mystic death
But break on through into your higher self
Your higher self
One mania after mania
One phobia after phobia
One damn strife after a strife
Promise of the afterkife, afterkife
Drop the strife
And so the prince of wild phone tears
Turned to jewels all his years
Secrets out but used by none
So it flickered and was gone
I know there must be some kind of other life
That that does it all
Like butter does the knife
And there must be more for us to gather
Than a one damn thing of dead end diving
Not some half-forgotten mystic death
But break on through into your higher self
Your higher self your higher self
Higher yeah
Break into, into your higher self
Then, what driving them astray
And there must be more for us to gather
Than a one damn thing of dead end diving
I know there must be some kind of other life
That that does it all
Like butter does the knife
Not some half-forgotten mystic death
But break on through into your higher self
Into your higher self
Keep inside that avalanche of joy
That shining light of luminescent eyes, ahoy
Beacon to the suchness of all things
And oh yes the planet that makes fiery blaze
I know there must be some kind of other life
That does it all, like butter does the knife
Not some half-forgotten mystic death
But break on through into your higher self
Your higher self
One mania after mania
One phobia after phobia
One damn strife after a strife
Promise of the afterkife, afterkife
Drop the strife
And so the prince of wild phone tears
Turned to jewels all his years
Secrets out but used by none
So it flickered and was gone
I know there must be some kind of other life
That that does it all
Like butter does the knife
And there must be more for us to gather
Than a one damn thing of dead end diving
Not some half-forgotten mystic death
But break on through into your higher self
Your higher self your higher self
Higher yeah
Break into, into your higher self