A new serum eradicates the illness
An old man rises from his wheelchair
When suffering unknown attacks the painless
And common animals are becoming rare

As water spins in circles twice
Spiders, snakes and the little mice
Get twisted around and tumble down
When Nature calls we all shall drown

If the earth is dying of a growing thirst
Rain shall fall on dried out soil
And every kind of bud shall burst
A sough of relief to insects - turmoil

As water spins in circles twice
Spiders, snakes and the little mice
Get twisted around and tumble down
When Nature calls we all shall drown

Within the heart of every Man
This symbol is its deep
A truly all descending power
But unfortunaly still asleep

You may put your hands before your eyes
But its gleam is neverending
How much you turn it inside out
It conceals just understanding

"The five pointed grey star carven
The sign of the Aryan race
The five pointed grey star carven
On the forehead of an evil face"

<i>[Instrumental]</i>

Decoction of Jimsonweed
Slimy trailing plants distil
Claustrophobia and blood mixed seed
Cursed downstairs against my will

Cobweb sticks to molten years
Cockroaches served with cream
I wipe the silver bullet tears
And with every tear a dream

With every tear a dream..

Honey tea, psilocybe larvae
Honeymoon, silver spoon
Psilocybe tea

Energy trickles with the tide
Masterminds and the suicide squad
Drink acid water by my side
Stake the saviour of thier daily fraud

Overfilled toothpaste tubes
Sleepless and timeless faces
Drippety drop on sugarcubes
The one eyed's eye twinkles and gazes

Twinkles and gazes...

Honey tea, psilocybe larvae
Honeymoon, silver spoon
Psilocybe tea

Within the heart of every Man
This symbol is its deep
A truly all descending power
But unfortunaly still asleep

You may put your hands before your eyes
But its gleam is neverending
How much you turn it inside out
It conceals just understanding

"The five pointed grey star carven
The sign of the Aryan race
The five pointed grey star carven
On the forehead of an evil face"

With a solar knife I split the sky
And walk right in between
To search the answers to every "why?"
Where I have seen the unseen

I stole the colour of night
To get out of your sight
I am the Visionaire
Follow me if you dare...

I count the stars in my hands
And dream myself strong
To watch them twinkle on my command
As once a year in midwinter songs

I stole the colour of night
To get out of your sight
I am the Visionaire
Follow me if you dare...