She's under age
She goes to shows
She throw her briefs
Like all the other girls do

But when she's safe at home
Where no-one can see her
She light her incense on
And prays to the prisma god

Crystals and magic stones
Pentagrams and unicorns
Zeta reticuli, affliction buried deep within

Potions like amphetamine
Nightly visits from her dad
Converted into new age cults
Hail to the prisma age!