Coming to in a bed of thorns
Beneath a scalding hot pink dome
The wailing wind imitating horns
Mirages curdling up with foam

A crowd appeared like smoke
Where nothing at all should be
Wondered just what kind of joke
The desert was playing on me

{Chorus}
Time to make it happen
Just like we done before
Yes, it’s time to make it happen
Time to open up that door

The ambrosia and the nectar flowed
Lost all track of time
After a while everything glowed
Beyond reason or rhyme

Mobius band got out of hand
A bearded giant sat up on a cliff
Smile so wide it lit up the land
As he teased a familiar riff

{Chorus V2}
Time to make it happen
Just like we done before
Yes, it’s time to make it happen
Shake things to the core

Goatman Pan with a pipe and a plan
Playin’ Bacchanalian Jam
Looping distortions through the caves
Building castles out of waves

Sarasvati strumming slide sitar
Seven sisters down from the stars
Sitting in as a backup choir
Pele dancing and breathing fire

Shiva rocking skins with all six limbs
Beating upon singularity’s rim
Drumming out the dead in single file
Chugging Soma like it’s going out of style

{Chorus v1}

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