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On a cove we meet,

With sins and scars.

Took the purple pill, to see it all.

There's a wobbly dune,

Sands rising higher

The scene is tuned by (the) kin of fire.

From core they came,

By cerebral gate,

They'll beat us up for good today. It's too late!

Around a great campfire,

(Ah, ah, ah) We roll forever.

As our psyches climb higher,

(Ah, ah, ah) We burn together.

We drank the seer's blood,

We smoked the wizard's beard,

We snorted seven demons' soul.

They ripped the space and time,

They swirled us all around,

They switched our selves from role to role. Now we're whole!

Around a great campfire,

(Ah, ah, ah) We roll forever.

As our psyches climb higher,

(Ah, ah, ah) We burn together.

We were blind, now we see,

(Ah, ah, ah) Beveiled horizons.

Became an art, psychology.

(Ah, ah, ah) We lose our minds.