It's showtime, baby.
Twilight zone,
flying through the sky.
The night were dark and the
sky were blue.
Down the alleyway,
Bela Lugosi flew.
He said,
my witch is flying.
Be my private
dancer.
Tonight's the night.
Lunatics on the grass.
Hail Satan.
The dance is sacred.
I am zoning,
flying through the sky.
The satire of it all.
Oh me, oh my.
Making the garden
beautiful.
Sing the muse.
Turn and left.
Crystal forms.
Water translucent.
Assume the greatest
possible emanations.
Spring forth from a source.
Craft services.