are born to sweet delight Some are born to endless night So pale and lifeless What you're doing to me I'm doing to myself I close the iris to the sun
Allseeing eye you leave your shed Weaving icy webs of cosmic threds Ask directions and solid pennies Must lit the molten stars before they vanish Impatient
I read your palm in a bowl of spit It's not looking good Spirits low, yes life is shit I thought you understood You say these words, "why just me I thought
I got a date with the master, my friend A sunday stroll in the surreal, so zen From perfection to disaster again Thanx for showing me what's real A rendezvous
Drifting from the prison planet I fell inte the 13:th sun Way beyond all superscience known Surfing through space and mantra God of time and mercury
All the songs, the ivory Floats around so peacefully and fulfill the scenery In my time In the grass, the ogre is slayed The fragile moment of the day
herons abruptly awake as the black god arises from the cold of the lake Figure of smoke, emerald head Magnificent is the king of the dead Somewhere beyond the sun
