A wise wizard wanders through a
Withering wood
Pondering existence and the
Nature of evil and good
Choked in smoke
From the pipeweeds 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 swamps rank slime

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 of 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
Guaranteed 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!