Lletres: Ween. Mushroom Festival In Hell.

The wind is howling and the time is right for fear
inthe emergence in the phosphorescent (tears) fears
and all the hippies gonna lick the mind of god?
they've already been immersed in the wad

the wind is howling and the sea is boiling down!
the mind is the water!
the mind is the water!
cuz it's a mushroom festival in hell