Lay to bed as hollering hearts begin,
Rusty old bible with the wisdom,
a condition lays with assurance
of amnesia laying with ambition,
This old book accepts no returns,
you can't rip apart or flick of burns
This book is forever in hotel rooms
and psychedelic of the mushrooms.
God will be felt in your eternity
I felt him with a simple dream,
When my brother came back to hug me.