Inside psychic realms of thought
There is a battle being fought
For our body's will be led
By possession of the head

Some nights we stay awake
If we die broke who cares
Some days we fall asleep
Don't trade your dreams for theirs

During ascent of the inner light
Some there lurk, inside, hungry to steal our sight
Strong the visions of a mental paradise but
Beware the wraith

Inside sacred realms of space
There is a battle for our fate
Some wield the psychotronic sword
Some shield us from the overlord

Do you hear that sound
It's the ghosts of tomorrow
They are playing a requiem can you dig it
They have been around seen a thing or too
Will we ever get our shit together
And face the music

I promise eternal if this world should divide
I will be there to ride it out by your side
I promise eternal to create not destroy
For friends and music free world!

All around the town
People roll in their death machines
If you stroll around mind the toxic waste

In the atomic age
It's been all the rage
To embrace technology
Or be forgotten
A wise man once said
Inventing the bomb
Was like handing razor blades
To three year old's

So lets all get totally nuclear
Careful not to have a personal apocalypse

I went to buy a beer from the store
I was thinking about the third world war
I found five dollars on the ground
My headphones had a heavy sound
So asked myself what's the score
Rich man zero free world four

Light, I fucking like it
Although we whisper through the wasteland
I can see my friends
Night, I'm fucking siked on it!
In the gloom,
We can amplify the doom
Play Black Sabbath in our room
Bang out our weary heads,
And drown our sorrows

And so the day begins
The earth does spin
The sun doth rise
We wander here from near and far
With all our hopes jammed into one
To pour our life force on the pavement
Rent a little trench in time

Growing near, ever clear
Can you hear it
Of the air, in the spheres
It is here, power spirit

I was scheming about ways
Of getting out trying to escape
From the binding circles of
Habitual existence

And in this age of men
The beast within longs to feast
In the age of reason
We forge on
Hungry with thoughts of treason

I was broke unstoked and tired
I laid my head down on the hardwood floor and tried
To invoke an ancient rite
From the ether pull out some crucial vibes

Ain't it rough to reside, in the lower manifestations of astral life
Ain't it tough to ride on, with the echelons of Babylon

On the streets at night
I gripped the currency of our plight
From beneath my bed
I sold a dream I'd kept

Await the flood
Here's to the sacrifice
Pour your blood
Everything in the modern world is for sale

We fight to hang out
But the war keeps creeping in
We fight to hang on
But the bombs keep going off

Ain't it rough to reside, in the lower manifestations of astral life
Ain't it tough to ride on, with the echelons of Babylon

Out on the pavement no one seemed overjoyed
Boned out, burned down, blown up, and unemployed
I'm running the gauntlet, but I can feel the abyss
And I'm trying to not fall into the void

Time isn't money
Time is the living
Swift are the hours
Disintegrating
Behold the power
We call it the spirit
Turn up the music
Maybe you'll hear it

Witness the kingdom
We built it with mortar and riffs
Hear this new testament
Lead all your friends to the ships
The old world is sinking
Unless ye be drinking the brine
Shredtopia waits inside
The altered states of your mind

Out in the jungle
Cats battle for status
Keep your scene humble
Cause that shits the raddest
Old ways will crumble
Let new life grow tall
Keep your head banging
Or asleep we may fall

At the gates, Apollo waits
Sky's ablaze, a fanfare wails,
Guitars