Magic Tea

We’re on Paulo’s Path We’re on Paulo’s Path We’re on Paulo’s Path We’re on Paulo’s Path He fed the fire as the clouds turned pink He boiled his Ten Wu tea and he started to drink The moon clocked in the bats did back flips The flame spiraled out into fractal gymnastics The artists woke up for their graveyard shifts To paint with Krylon like rail yard alchemists He liked the smell of aerosol and VOCs The mosquitoes did air assaults the meal was me Is thе earth just a carousel we ridе it and leave? The junkyard had beheaded dolls and car batteries When the aliens come that's probably all they'll see The ruins of capitalism and a trash filled sea Money over everything that's evil math to me No gods no masters is how it has to be Self-mastery that's Paulo's Path for me Throw in 3 caps and laugh and have some magic tea Did plants invent us just to move them around? And give us ideas like planting seeds in the ground? Are pheromones the original internet? An invisible way to get messages sent? Is consciousness more than the tissue in the cranium? What lies beyond it, inside the subterranean? Learn from the child there's release in the tantrum We're taught to hold it in and silence does damage Dominators want you to serve a machine To work a bullshit job with a bullshit routine Institutions make puppets so I’m chewing the strings I find teachers in waterfalls, rivers, and streams The animal prints in the snow made a figure 8 The way they braided paths seem to look like DNA No one knows what’s going on cuz no one knows each other No one will save you we can only save each other We’re on Paulo’s Path We’re on Paulo’s Path We’re on Paulo’s Path We’re on Paulo’s Path