Time was running away at this mild winter night
We were on our way to get some illumination.
The big bang calls
It was the season
In which Mother Earth outwits the master of the underworld
And I was ready to share
All my fantasies to get into the spirit.
The big bang calls
It wasn't a lie, it wasn't a lie
Illuminate me.
A tribe of truly possessed
Angels dancing, sadists whipping,
Hippies tripping, candles burning,
And more, more, more, more, more and more.
Everything was possible to get some delights for the senses
For the senses.
It wasn't a lie, it wasn't a lie
Illuminate me.
It wasn't a lie, it wasn't a lie
Illuminate me.
The big bang.
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