twelve is within reach
don’t wanna rave or manic street preach
the new agers doom date is looming
the Mayan end point is zooming.
they’re calling it Ascension
to the nth dimension
mighty change – can you feel it?
you gotta problem, just heal it.
body’s just a vehicle – not you!
you think about what you do
you wonder who you are
your body’s just like a bike or a car.
you read this stuff straight it stinks
you’re stoned you’ll be making more links
you’re totally outa your head
won’t care if you’re alive or dead.
you hear the gurgling, feel the grime
is getting closer, the plughole of time
a pull, there’s a whirling confusion
shattering of each long-held illusion.
projection screen we call reality is tearing
time to be earth-shattering, daring
to change, to risk, to let it all rip,
yourself what you want, that baby, that trip!
it while you can, my lovelies, you lot
may all be right or even if not,
going to die anyway, it’s all a game
out your dreams, that’s why you came.