Dionysus On High


Foreign Substances flow into Me

Effecting all that I See

I seek to Embrace Life

Where others attempt to remove it with a Knife

For what is life without joy and Song

To reject this for a possible tomorrow is always so Wrong

Servants of Dionysus seek to bask in the Joy

The muggle robots we will always Annoy

Working is Fine

As long as it brings one into the Divine

So now as this world drops into Mystery

I bid normal Reality to Flee

Plague us with mundania no Longer

So our sweet song will grow ever stronger

We seek to eternally Rock

And Make every day a Baccanaght

Normal Mortals we are not Longer

An Opened mind has made us Stronger

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