I met a mystic
On down the road
He told me something
I'd always known
I recognized him
And he was me
He spoke in circles
Of DMT
I can't say what he told me
Language fails to clarify
Let's just say he saw right through me
Prophesied that I would die
Won't you fade out, come and smoke the deathless?
White vapor floating away
As you watch your world dissolving
Who is left to be afraid?
He said to meet him
Beside the sea
The water healing
From which we came
Toward the mountain
Take highway one
Back to the garden
We'll smoke as One
Something tells me when I go there
I won't see your face the same
Why not trace the route that's taken
So we can find Us once again
