Bigod 20 The Big Bang
Time was running away at this mild winter night We were on our way to get some illumination. The big bang calls It was the season In which Mother Earth outwits the master of the underworld And I was ready to share All my fantasies to get into the spirit. The big bang calls It wasn't a lie, it wasn't a lie Illuminate me. A tribe of truly possessed Angels dancing, sadists whipping, Hippies tripping, candles burning, And more, more, more, more, more and more. Everything was possible to get some delights for the senses For the senses. It wasn't a lie, it wasn't a lie Illuminate me. It wasn't a lie, it wasn't a lie Illuminate me. The big bang.
