Part 15

(They idolise my poetry because it’s psychedelic)
(They idolise my poetry because it’s psychedelic)

[Verse 1]
Open sesame, the past becomes my destiny
Joyous not especially, voyage of Persephone
Devil to the left of me, a look upon the choir leader
Lift, I turn into a fire eater
High achiever damage doer, sacrifice in Sacramento
Hands are bloody, a study in my aposento
Go, war bird flying forward
Spirit free, body tortured

[Verse 2]
[?] officially, head exploded literally
Libraries in Italy, don’t you cry now little tree
It’ll be over soon, do you wanna
Nude madonna, moods for drama
Shift the focus for a change, sniff the crocus
Watching the detectives check, approach with caution if ferocious
These drugs will kill you, these drugs will kill you
These drugs will kill you, kill

[Verse 3]
Final period, acolytes dispirited
Appetite’s a myriad, satellite some pyramids
Attitude adjusted-adjusted-adjusted
Coming at it dusted-dusted-dusted
Bring ‘em down a couple pegs, friends of the enormous forest
Simple ones that came before us, symbol of the ouroboros
Glorious, everyday I’m on safari
Half a mind to start an army, tear this shit up shari vari

(They idolise my poetry because it’s psychedelic)
(They idolise my poetry because it’s psychedelic)
(The dominating force is sound)
(Unorthodox)