I can't wait no more.
The light is shining away.
Crazy as the shrooms, the wind picks up some other day.
I can see the essence coming and going
The ebb and flow
like magic perceptions
perception combining with magic
awaiting the return of the one
when all essence becomes immortal
and many people start realizing
Realizing that it's now or never
Yet he still comes
A river full of acid
and nineleaves materializing into nothing
Yet he will still come
The one
The savior of the world!