The 7 Sisters and the 11th Dimension Paa Taal & The Orion Felines 

As I sit, I shine, I ended up (B)lind.

Doing what was right, and always on time.

Flooded with thoughts, I end up chipping my tooth.

Preoccupied with trying to find the fountain of youth.

Elevate, I take, I understand the truth.

For once, back when, back in the (B)ooth.

In time, in line, unluckily still (B)lind.

For what (We) get, we understand the rhyme.

Along the lines, bumping into a fan.

Clockwork like clockwise, playing kick the can.

A can full of worms, ignite the (S)nake.

Shapeshift into a (W)olf then eventually become great.

The roaring (L)ion in our heads, that seem so fake.

With horns, that rise, (We) then (for)sake.

A bird like snake, like Quetzalcoatl, it's fate.

Then return, (We)'re human, then crucified at the stake.