Philosophy is my eye, mathematics my fist
An alchemical mind within a skull of mist

Skull Fuel
Death Moon!

A cosmos made of herbs
A deep green universe
Where wooden hands embower
With splinters of their power

On ghosts' coat-tails I build my throne
In this intangibility I call home

Skull Fuel
Death Moon!

With glorious abstractions how I deny the dark
My intangibility is my power, oh how I give but never can devour
Gonna grow me some light, a little blood red flower
There is nothing more heavenly than the death which dwells in the full bloom of life
They say it measures potential, forever we grasp for solids we all hope to digest
To invest in those vitals without which we can never rest
To implore the opening of the door, so we can be what we were before
So we can help restore the umbilical vegetation that held the world in the centre of the universe
When we were all the tentacles of God, when we all inhaled the purest cosmos
Through the finest instruments nature could provide
We didn't have to hide, we didn't have to decide – we just had to ride
But now it's all who is on whose side?
Don't let the sadness divide – let loose you alchemical side!

Witness this golden brain, imprisoned in a body of lead
Whilst my impulse is alive – my fingertips are dead!

On ghosts' coat-tails I build my throne
In this intangibility I call home

Skull Fuel
Death Moon!