Charles Manson One
Welcome
Into the inner sanctum
Of Manson
At the time of birth
And every living life-form that
Exists comes from
Comes from
Comes from
Comes from
The coming from place
Beyond the concepts of those
Who have a face
And it would be a waste of precious time
To convict with the conflictions of an aberrated mind
Therefore, the stumbling blocks have been removed
And the things that have wings
Have flew, through you again
You mustn't realize
The mind of a hawk
The mind of the pigeon
The mind of a dove
The falcon, the buzzard
The condors in the sky fly free
Forever
Come on, world
It must be one in order to be
It is one on levels of beyond the things you'll think and do
Beyond the conceptions of conceiving there
With the birth of that what you might think is you
You play behind the hind the hind the hind the hind
Behind the hiney-hine-hine-hine
And then come back again through
Whiskey, rum, and the shadows of the wine
Who was the baddest boy you know
Had already gave his life up two times