Crazy 70

Maybe if the freaks singled out someone who actually did something
They might have their sacrifice, but i dont do anything
In their imaginations, they read my mind and speak in tongues,

Talk of things of which i know nothing

Stuck in this hypothetical seance, 

I smile over you, G, undying,

I long for you,

As if you were placed in some olden myth,

A goddess finds you,

Your spirit, in the broken unbreaking, shatters the cosmos!

She transforms herself, and the world,

Into pure bliss