You become water
Trickling down through miles of rock
Where giant mushrooms grow, and blind, white lizards roam
And the shaman has opened his eyes to shed tears for us all
Sensing waves of pain, passing through the earth
We are dying leaves dancing in a psychotic wind
The winds of progress, the winds of change
There was no sunshine underground, so he set fire to his soul
And turned the earth inside out
Now the mountain shadow is a lake
Where naked children laugh and swim
And when the mist rises from the water, early each morning
You can smell the lost cities
Beneath their crust of sin
