This is an ap peal to the struggling and striving stakeholders of this planet,
this floating rock we call Earth.
Alas, that means you.
That means everyone of your acquaintance,
every figure your eyes skim past in the street,
every charlatan still to defeat,
every tender face you find solace in -
now mimic the mindset William Wallace was in.
Dismount, disembark, descend from your existence,
slacken your angst and decant your hate
'cause in the long run they're about as useful
as pouring acid onto your dinner plate.
To muzzled masses that lead lives of deafening desperation:
With Excalibur aloft King Arthur earned the throne
but it's our minds we gotta wrench out of stone.
Do n't be fooled by its simplicity,
there was never a broadcast made of such urgency
'cause at no time before us did we grasp the scope of this emergency.
Ladle out love and logic by the boatload,
equipped with that cargo you can take any road.
N ow grab life, seize time. this fight is for human kind.
Gm F Am／Gm F Am／Gm F Am／Gm F Am／
I am a mindsweeper, focus o n me.
I am a mindsweeper, focus o n me.
I will read your mind.
I dart through rapids, through the streams of thought,
t hen suddenly I started losing my mind.
C atapulting through the uncharted
I could no longer tell if these were your thoughts or mine.
And it was as if I held a m irror up to my soul, held a mirror up to my soul.
It was as if I held a mirror up to my soul.
Wh o was the author and who was the observer?
Who was the author and who was the observer?
F or at the last analysis our thoughts coalesced.
You are not alone.
You are not alone.
You have entered volatile territory,
you have started a journ ey, you're part of this story.
And this, this was just a glimpse, just a glimpse.
You've n o idea what you've g ot yourself into.
You've n o idea what you've g ot yourself into.
I am a mindsweeper, focus o n me.
I am a mindsweeper, focus o n me, on me.
