They don't know a fucking thing about magick,
Glam and glitz and camera tricks,
That's not quite it.
White light, star bright,
The first one I see tonight,
Say: Love and sex and ego trips,
Are all most know of Magicks.
Must be closer to enlightenment,
If you go to an ashram,
An excuse to think you're "better than,"
Some gururs, you can't see through,
Some oracles are blind men,
And then there are the real ones:.
Can you challenge your addictions,
Go toe to toe with sobriety?
Can you trip out or cope,
With the leftist bias of reality?
Does you have built in scales,
Running with Ma'atian energy,
NLP, 93, Leek, Leary and Nitzche,
Do you know wherefore I speak?
Climbing in the branches over mediocrity,
Always illuminated by the sacred geometry,
Found all around,
Words, symbols and numbrs,
Taken to an extreme,
Invisible cords can be seen,
Interconnecting themes,
We walk the astral in our dreams,
Fingering the rip at the seams,
In a fabric made of holographic fucking jumping beans.
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