Mescal rite 1

(Chanting) I'm the happy ghost wandering the horizon The self-aggravating master divine And I'll be reborn under a human disguise In the circle of smoke 'round the fire in your eyes With the perfect assurance of a master hand I will paint you a picture of the master plan With none of your reasons and none of your rhyme Give me two scoops of sugar and the world is just fine Sing it Onyxes and granites and mothers-of-pearl And the rings of gold and the marbled swirls And the endless folds of glistening wings Watch them bubbling effortlessly, colors sink Smörgåsbord of vision and an orgy of taste And the conspiracies and the sacreds are graced With a sense of the past, I'm behind in the race All the cravens in the world won't eclipse my embrace Sing it Like water we're flowing, like water we're cool Flowing upstream and down into the pool Going to the ocean can't explain it away And ya hear my words and to enter the bay While at the ending you've committed no crime Just open your ears and let my voice be your guide Keep your hands off the trigger, I'm controlling this ride Irrigate the green fields of your caverns inside Sing it I'm the happy ghost wandering the horizon The self-aggravating master divine And I'll be reborn under a human disguise In the circle of smoke 'round the fire in your eyes