Thee Psychick Anthem Lyrics

First you take some paper and a pen

Draw a symbol of your choosing

Then you take a lighter and a candle

Any color of your choosing

Then take the next step

By living the life of your choosing

Then you draw some blood

On any part of your choosing

Ejaculate on the page

Holding onto any thought of your choosing

Mix it in with spit, head hair

Pubic hair from your choosing

Focus on what you want

Not what you need, or have, or had

No longer human, just energy condensed by

Directed intent

This must all be done

On the 23rd hour, of the 23rd day of the month

23 months in a row

Then the magic takes effect

Supposedly that's what they say

This was told to me by a very late saint of the game

That this would all take place

That it would change the day to day

The very mundane

The boringness of life would slip away

Inter spontaneous hallucinogenic orgasm

Built super computer inside a giant sun

Heading to earth at 160,000 miles per hour