And here I am oh my brothers
In a very literal sense
On the altar in the garden of darkness
Smoking loads of pipes

The fear of the mind
Dark snakes of old
Beware of the gnomes
They are fucking in our homes
The fear of the world
Cobra of stone
Beware of the gnomes
They are fucking after me

Twenty miles out
And no compass
Someone cut the rope
At the end of the pier
There's Steven Hawkins
In the humans wing mirror
And you know what?
You're totally drifting!

And then I turned my mind inside out
It gripped the world like cling film
I feel I am hooked on the web that is wyrd
This is my own mind yeah tonight!

Is it the drugs?
Is it the ghosts?
Is it the night?
Is it the chariots of gold?

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