Chemically complex plants Inhale a rarefied gas enter
Into a deep trance see with eyes unclouded
The past crucified martyred and dead killed for the horns on my head But I
We will never rest until we've
I've made gold from glass Stable and made of the purest mass But I
We will never rest until we've
I've made gold from glass the horns deem you worthy of this task
You are the one a chosen Dionysus
Geometric
Very Hectic
Fulfill the death wish
Dont panic
Breathe it all in
Soul embalming
Preserving for
What's beyond it!