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
