A wise wizard wanders through a withering wood
Pondering existence and the nature of evil and good
Choked in smoke from the pipeweed's toke
Wreathes his frame like his woolen, ragged cloak
And he trudges and tromps and hums his dreary lullaby
Bound not by the laws of space and time
And he swings his staff like a mighty scythe
Through the fog of the bog and the swamp's rank slime
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The wicked witch wanders through a watery maze
Her moribund swamp glows green in bubbling, lysergic haze
And no one dare search for the lost children of the grave
Embalmed in sorrow 'neath the murk of hypnotic waves
But on the horizon rings the smoke
From the pipe of the wizard in that ragged cloak
For he searches this land for the acid witch
To peddle his wares from his bag of tricks
A cornucopia of phramacopeia
To take you to a psychedelic utopia
Fly through the vast monoliths of cyclopea
Heavy fuckin' trip, hallucinogenic myopia
Brine of the bog, witch and warlock meet on this plane
And he lays out his wares he has for trade
Speed and booze, pills, needles, cocaine
The curious crone asks the wizard his name
Thanatos, Reaper, Azrael
I go by many names, but you know me well
Alchemy specialty, synthesize gold meth
Floating over you at your final breath
'Cause I'm the dealer, and I deal in death
And I'm here for some famous witch hallucinogens
Let's barter, I've got the hard stuff you need
In exchange for your mushrooms, weed and LSD