Lyrics

When concentration comes at last Make sure to blame the highest caste From way out of the skies Head over heels in a sideway spiral On borrowed wings and with senses so idle High on the hopes 'fore the chemical wedding The promised state in the perfect setting Praying to the beat-craving to be real So he said 'cause so he'd read And your delusions are mine instead Convincing smiles will feed the mind A curse put on those left behind Your wizard's out on bail-the perfect trip's on sale Spiral, spiral, spiral, spiral, spiral...