Son of cripple please recall the unbreakable oath
She faces up to truth such a fool but so bold
Sacrifices her life for your soul
You have two immortal egos
To paradise, you toast
Break out a mezcal, tasted mellow
Bang the P Lanck era, ecstasy followed
Fill space with the fluid, shape of stoup
Shake it soulfully, tempo 90
Sense it, sense the centripetal
Sense the charm of wirl, force from the tidal
Its the law of flow you have to toe, dance
In the genesis carnival
Sprinkle crude stars, suck them from nose
Cut the moon in half, squeeze them, provoke taste buds
A red larva, drowned in the tempo
Spun by the force, sinks in the flow
See, the vortex is steaming
The vapor is spiraling, the vibe is flaming
Five golden crows pop out, flapping, rising
With the pattern of sunspots on the wings
Fixer of the floating earth brings the world guts and gold
She claims bloody murder by golden bow and arrow
Longs for punishing your soul
You have urself into exile
Deep in inferno you stay glow
The world the first crow flies to
A titan lives there with leopards and wolves
He raises hands, stretches arms
Pushes up sky from the earth, stamps his foot
He takes essence of heaven and ground, sun and moon
But the beasts feed on the big without hands to move
They eat up the poor finally the wailing ceases
No one holds the sky the world collapse
The world the second crow flies to
The light is split from the heavy by a rosewood
Sky is strutted by the crow, earth is fasten by the root
Fall down loads of over mature fruits
People settle down around feed on the rotten food
They all get loose bowels near the root they piss and poop
They give up civilization, degenerate to apes, climb to the crown for the fresh fruits
But they are all blown away by Wind half way
The root die without manure, the world collapse
My chants are blessed they delight the dawn and dim the dusk
My chants keep my body safe and sound but I lost
I lost my soul in hell for love
Still chanting my lyre
Still chanting my lyre
Still chanting my lyre
Still chanting my lyre