Mystic Moonlight/ Hell asked me, "When alive, do you see us when you tune in right with LSD-25?"/ I speak to evil on occasion/ but that don't make it innate/ What I receive will be a destination, dictated by fate/// I commune with something Holy/ and it knows me from the dark// Too rich for my blood, does the toll be/ 'fore it comes, do I depart//// I feed it ash, and what it feeds me back, metallic to the taste// Perhaps the chrome is in that mouth of mine, and I don't know my own face////