First there was the music
And then the music became
The universe then
After that the cosmos gave rise to
Humans who heard the music and
Decided to be channels for
Good vibrations at risk of losing
Status in their families of origin
When in fact they bring them glory

Taking abuse and making use of it
Use of it
They're tuning in; they're going through with it
Through with it

Channeling the music and
Feeling grooves of the
Universal, magic
Rhythms, quiet children
Take on risks of
Metamorphosis to become the
Healers, conduits and lubricants
They're the friends of forces guiding
Recapitulation of all the bullshit
To be the ones who bring them glory

Serving the muse; they're really feeling it
Feeling it
They're doing things about which they give a shit
Give a shit

This is how the music
Becomes the people
Who then become the music
They are architects of the holy texts
They are here to usher in the
New wave as the old wave begins receding
Fuel and fodder for the furnace burning
Brightly furnishing heat to the quiet children
Bring them glory
Glory
Glory