Saturn the ancient one, The Old Man with the scythe and crutch Stubborn, passive-aggressive

, materialistic as such Crystallization, frustration, thoughts that scramble all you know Between the rays, a journey, a skull and a crow Death of the profane, am I going insane, Self perpetuated delusions race through my brain Surrender our materiality, light up your soul, The first step canʼt be made unless you take control

Images turn to salt, as they enter man, from above All the fires burning bright, from the alchemist with love Ashes to ashes and dust to dust Burn away dross, enlightenment a must Death of the profane, am I going insane, Self perpetuated delusions race through my brain Surrender our materiality, light up your soul, The first step canʼt be made unless you take control

Take me now down the spiral staircase into the depths of the subconscious, the electronic belt, the astral plane and the unconscious, take me there, with covering cherubim guide my feet, guide my heart and mind. Repeat chorus

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