I feel pain, the pain of the here and now
Exciting to be real, really exciting
You stopped us, the psychic tribe
You stopped us, the psychic tribe
You stopped us, the psychic tribe
You stopped us, the psychic tribe
You stopped us, the psychic tribe
You stopped us, the psychic tribe
You stopped us, the psychic tribe
You stopped us, the psychic tribe
I want you all to close your eyes
Imagine ancient spirits deep within you
The trip releases
Pure, unadulterated happiness
As I sit under the chestnut tree
I ponder unreality and pierce myself
And our children dance in praise of the newborn king
Slaughtered to the horned god
Listen to my sermon, listen good
And our children dance, the psychic tribe
I feel pain
You stopped us, the psychic tribe
You stopped us, the psychic tribe
You stopped us, the psychic tribe
You stopped us, the psychic tribe
I want you all to close your eyes
Imagine ancient spirits deep within you
The trip releases
Listen to my sermon, listen good
For the future's with you
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