Feeling quite alive on the verge of death
Test my sprirt, body and mind!
Metaphysically burning until there is nothing left
Consciousness is not merely ours!
I can't believe that we can't be
Past shackles of monotony
Lose me in the vast cosmic sea
Sprout thee, hermetic tree!
There is many a choice
Once you realize that you aren't just a minute voice
You carve out the pattern you want yourself to see
Psychedelia is acting responsibly
Erupt out of your solid flesh!