LYRIC

Looking at the world like an insect
Buzzin' in the sky
Drifting on the waves of life
On a trip – bathing in the sun
Waiting for a dream – visions unseen
In peace – ruthless like a snake
Crawling in the dust – the path of lust
Whispers of delight – passion in the night
In the snowfields my childhood died

Looking at the world from a broomstick
Flying in the sky
Gliding on the clouds of life
On a quest – gazing at the moon
Waiting for his voice – magickal noise
In trance – hungry like a leash
Hanging in a web – my trap of death
Victim of the night
On the altar a virgin died

High, high, high
We're jumping up in the sky.
High, high, high
Getting high, getting high, getting high,

Looking at the world like a loser
Staring at the wall
Stepping through the mud of life
On the loose – hiding from the sun
Waiting for a friend – a helping hand
In pain – beaten like a dog
Looking for a rope – last chance of hope
Overload with lies – tumblin' like dice
On the altar a gambler died.

High, high, high
We're jumping up in the sky.
High, high, high
Getting high, getting high, getting high,

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