So it begins

Find me a field of wheat and shame

Share the breeze that bends the shaft

And the blame that nurtures guilt

In the composted heart

At the centre of the universe

You are that centre

You always knew that EGO would live

Strong, brave and stewing in its own juices

Here to create all that is, was, and will be

The infinite cosmos nothing more than a

Psychedelic treat to blow your mind

If you stop thinking

It will all end

It will all end.

It will all end!