It was ten in the primal morning
I slipped down the street in the sunshine
Towards the house in the distance
Whitewashed walls stop me a minute
I put on my gloves and I open the door
The cripple is just sitting there
I cock the gun and shot em in the face
I feel divine when I blow out my mind
Blow out my mind
I took out a cigarette
Blood pulsing through my veins
Krishna at my fingertips
The sky was radiant
But there was no warmth, no warmth
I feel divine when I blow out my mind
Blow out my mind
Tentative outcry
Pitiless light
I pull out my gun and I shoot em in the face
Shoot em in the face
I feel divine when I blow out my mind
Blow out my mind
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