Текст песни Thee Psychick Anthem - The Perfect Trip

First you take some paper and a pen
Draw a sigel of your choosing
Then you take a lighter and a candle
Any color of your choosing
Then you take the next step
By living the life of your choosing

Then you draw some blood
On any part of your choosing
Ejaculate on the page
Holding onto any thought of your choosing
Mix it in with spit, head hair
Pubic hair from your choosing
Your choosing

Focus on what you want
Not what you need, or have, or had
No longer human, just energy condensed by
Directed intent

This must all be done
On the 23rd hour
Of the 23rd day of the month
23 months in a row
Then the magic takes effect
Supposedly that's what they say
They say, they say

This was told to me by
A very late saint to the game
That this would all take place

That it would change the day to day
The very mundane
The boringness of life just slips away

To a spontaneous hallucinogenic orgasm
Built super computer inside a giant sun
Heading for earth at 160,000 miles per hour