Screaming Headless Torsos Cult Of The Internal Sun
			
I know what’s good for me 
Internal Sun is where I really wanna be 
And I perceive You like nobody else 
Shine on I and I and me 
Please teach receptive minds 
Eternal One awaits you oh so passionately 
And how She loves you 
How He loves you 
He and She are One and you are me 
I don’t see You yet I see You 
Once was blind but now I really see 
I don’t see You yet I see You 
One is all is all is One is me 
My name is Clyde I’m in your scope 
I’m into light without dope 
I’m the color on your palette 
The canvas on your easel 
I’m slammin’ like a mallet 
Fired up like diesel 
I’m the music monk of Zen 
Sliced pineapple dusted with cayenne 
I’m the buzz among the bees 
I’ve got the fragrance made of melodies 
Fragrance made of melodies 
Fragrance made of melodies