Shame, shame, shame Like Om Om Om When repeating to forget meaning Make sure to let go of the stick Otherwise Shame, shame, shame You know what they say About sticks and stones Shame, shame, shame You must pick it up The stick you’re holding You must know The shape of hate in you To know how to release Shame, shame, shame Back into the womb of fate For a little repurposing Just give it a little time A zap of unitary While relaxing your gaze What is watched with caution Caution stays, so Watch your words Shame, shame, shame Like Zeno says Trust this one to me Trust this one’s on me If you ache to forgive There’s reason to mystery Being mystery I’ll receive your gift Please let me take it onto me Accept my offering Shame, shame, shame Give it all to me And forget me without forgetting The mystery lives In a faithful uncertainty You are shameless You are mystery You are it You are it You are you are "I am that, I am that, I am that" …I am that I am that I am… Until: … …
