| Before trap gods trapped god in a cellophane |
| A string of psychedelics grew from a better plane |
| He came to her |
| She laid claim to him |
| They blamed the world for pain, change, and sin |
| Nothing was protected |
| Love was eclectic |
| Sparking a land of ladies electric |
| He was playing fast and loose |
| While she played masseuse in effort to sooth a soul so reckless |
| Limbs so restless |
| From fighting the struggle |
| Even a kings reign |
| Can be found in a puddle |
| With plenty of her tears mixed in as the lights grew dim |
| With her whole universe tuned in |
| The Purple Haze left behind |
| As a long goodbye |
| To a clouds short life in the sky |
| Eventually rain down purple |
| On this tiny blue marble |
| As a soundtrack to when doves cry |
| Sometimes it’s a… |
| Beautiful world |
| Dirty, cruel world |
| Wonderful world |
| I heard a little black rose croonin' |
| Musta had a bit of prunin' |
| Mournin turned noon |
| And little dew drops got her swoonin |
| Oh Lord |
| Found peace in a Bethlehem manger |
| Oh Lord |
| Fell fast as a feather in a vacuum chamber |
| Oh Lord |
| She from a mean street |
| Many envied all her green peace |
| Didn’t even want her in the game |
| Small change |
| From the cheap seats |
| Oh Lord |
| Watch her grow though |
| Made of seasonings that we don’t know |
| A seedling with a gold glow |
| Reaching through the snow slow |
| As predators lurk in the corn rows |
| In a world that led her to thorn growth |
| Met a man better than his wardrobe |
| Body language speaking in hormone |
| Oh Lord |
| What to do now? |
| The past got her confused now |
| Paint over the blue |
| Pain is nothing new |
| This queen got a new crown |
| Oh Lord |
| Let’s kneel and pray |
| Allow me put some skin on these words that we say |
| Oh Lord |
| If you up above |
| I’m owed a seed I can sew into love |
| Right |