The spiders from my bad dreams are spinnin' in my washing machine
They were put there by Spirit for testing the old limits of me and my fears
Shattered my fears.. was the death of my ego ...the death of my ego
Well I'm always diggin' down to find the innermost working of me
And I'm always reaching up to find the highest and higher part me
And my fears, I shattered my fears ...was the death of my ego
Was a very special night when my Grandmother visited me
She said son you aint nothing but vibration and frequency of my love
My sacred love, tonight is the death of your ego
So why don't you hold my hand and we go to the funeral of your ego
Her divine love was floating over me
Her divine love was floating over me
The spiders from my bad dreams are spinning in my washing machine
The spiders from my bad dreams are spinning in my washing machine