The moon was phat
It couldn’t be much phatter if the DJ Prem dropped a break beat hotter than hell
Stay heavy on the one stick
With your tribe thru every twist and turn of life
The shack was black
When I got back
There were six figures sitting in a circle doing a ritual
Connecting to the eight legs of consciousness my son (my son)
There’s a billion watts flying in the sky causing Merry Hell
On the other side of the earth Williamson plays his HARRP
Telling magical tales of
Charles the Spider
“Come home!”

In this machine
There’s a ghost and a soul cased in meat
And the flesh of the beast is encoded to respond and ring like a bell when it hears
It’s truth
The Angels and Freaks they made a hybrid that they call you and me
With the power to ex six six sixst with consciousness expressed and
Apprehended sim-ul-taneously
Sukki:(And they left triggers,trips and traps make the maps from the first to the last breath for fun that lies in between)
Still there’s a billion watts flying in the sky causing Merry Hell on the other side of the world Williamson plays his HAARP telling Magical tales of
Charles the Spider
“Come home!”