Charles Dexter Ward - The Philosopher's Stoned

Got herbs and spices alight in my cauldron
Magical gasses, alchemical concoction
As I ascend into my enlightening
I see life's meaning, the truth redefining
Oh, the philosopher's stoned
Yeah, the philosopher's stoned
Oh, the philosopher's stoned
Yeah, the philosopher's stoned
Green in my eyes as I look into purple skies
A golden tear falls as the dragon of the cosmos flies
Grasped in its hand is the ever fading silver sun
The landscapes drain away, sucked into my demon lung
Falling and feeling a hunger sensation
For sustenance and a higher elevation
Brewing in beaker the third eye's beginning
Inject into my veins, transcend past heaven
Oh, the philosopher's stoned
Yeah, the philosopher's stoned
Oh, the philosopher's stoned
Yeah, the philosopher's stoned
Oh, the philosopher's stoned
Yeah, the philosopher's stoned
Oh, the philosopher's stoned
Yeah, the philosopher's stoned
Oh, the philosopher's stoned
Yeah, the philosopher's stoned
Oh, the philosopher's stoned
Yeah, the philosopher's stone cold

Written by:
Frank Gross

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