Mescal Rite 1

(Chanting)

I'm the happy ghost wandering the horizon

The self-aggravating master divine

And I'll be reborn under a human disguise

In the circle of smoke 'round the fire in your eyes

With the perfect assurance of a master hand

I will paint you a picture of the master plan

With none of your reasons and none of your rhyme

Give me two scoops of sugar and the world is just fine

Sing it

Onyxes and granites and mothers-of-pearl

And the rings of gold and the marbled swirls

And the endless folds of glistening wings

Watch them bubbling effortlessly, colors sink

Smörgåsbord of vision and an orgy of taste

And the conspiracies and the sacreds are graced

With a sense of the past, I'm behind in the race

All the cravens in the world won't eclipse my embrace

Sing it

Like water we're flowing, like water we're cool

Flowing upstream and down into the pool

Going to the ocean can't explain it away

And ya hear my words and to enter the bay

While at the ending you've committed no crime

Just open your ears and let my voice be your guide

Keep your hands off the trigger, I'm controlling this ride

Irrigate the green fields of your caverns inside

Sing it

I'm the happy ghost wandering the horizon

The self-aggravating master divine

And I'll be reborn under a human disguise

In the circle of smoke 'round the fire in your eyes