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Starry nights, mosquito bites
Out of the woods where darkness dwells
Upon the earth we’ll find
The pipe of peace is flowing in our minds
Paranoia appears
As giant leaches drink to toast our fears

Lock the door, place the towel
The music plays, the incensed air is foul
We seek to hide
Among the visions deep inside

Sail out on the sea of dreams
Awake the shadows in the pond
The sorcerer is there
As are the eastern magi from afar
Am I what I am?
Or is the me I seek to understand (myself?)

Lock the door, place the towel
The music plays, the incensed air is foul
So many thoughts
So many thoughts…

Embrace the thoughts that soon are lost
Upon the window’s dusty sill
The light without the heat
Illumes a spectred knowledge of our will
Agamotto’s orb
Reveals unconscious life still unexplored

Let the journey begin
And may the river find its end within
Another day
So lock the door and place the towel
Along the way…