I'm in the land of mysticism
The ghats with attributions
A land of restless souls
They all wanna fulfill their goals
What makes old deeds all disappear
The truth that I see is bitter dear
'cause I'm in Varanasi
I don't like much of what I see
Yet it feels like magic
Just a little too tragic
But I'm coming back
A land that's full of conmen
And some self-proclaimed god-men
There I see Joanna
Clicking baba marijuana
I feel like asking this to my lord
Is the way to heaven through this broken door
Is this that Varanasi
The one we all come to see
There's nothing to panic
Just a little too tragic
But I'm coming back
Very soon
I'm coming back