Oh, my mind’s obsessed

And I must have been infected

Sorcerer’s black magic flexed

From asteroids these eggs rejected!

From the sands behind my back

A thousand flies ready to fly and crop the sky

I’ve seen them walking by lysergic skies unreal

The painful colour of my soulful touch was real

Revolution in the minds of these people waiting for a sign

Reckon with illusions coming from the future

Radiation feeds the pain

Cancer growing changes DNA

They all regret what they didn’t do and fucked up the evolution

Oh Lord I’m sure an insectum arose from my bed

The guy with a misty eye was running yards of tear-stained miles with fear

The lonesome death could wait

For his handsome grove to rear