All the lights in symmetry
mystic line of trinity
wont you come oh, wont you go

Incense going straight to head
Weaving through this thirteenth web
wont it go, oh, wont it go
So go, go, go-oh-oh-oh
You got no soul, so go

Hey wont you come around
make that spell and go on
Hey wont you come around
make that spell last
So low, so slow
You got no soul, so go
status quo please speak to me
hoodoo comfortably on tv
Walk has gone and to turned to march
find six seeds and plant the Birch