Tastes Like Om Video (MV)

Black thunder, white rain
Divine pleasure, hell's pain
All the same, no matter which way you look
It's all going down like pebbles in a brook

Now we and the pebbles, well we ain't so different
Moving with the current and thinking we're swift
It's a sick gift to be tricked by Ma
Descend into dusk to ascend with dawn

Well Ma lead me to you, what do I do with that
I'm trying to mind the way I react
Gentle and sweet, not the way I was taught
Life as a pebble's way tougher than I thought

Nobody on this Earth makes me wanna stick around
But when I'm here with you I taste that old creation sound
It tastes like 'om'
Yes, it does
It tastes like 'om'
And I can't brush it off my tongue