I got a place in the underworld, that's where I’ll go when the map runs out
I want a clean slate, kissing the morgue
On my knees swallowing swords
Ouroboros
I want to go down to Mexico, hear the horns sing in Jalisco
I want to lay where the old crones rest
Lift the veils of the ancient west
Ouroboros
All things were, are, will be out of one
Through one and to one
All things were, are, will be
To be crowning endlessly
Experience every land and sea
I want to Love you inside me
Forever mine, primordially
Ouroboros
All things were, are, will be out of one
Through one and to one
All things were, are, will be
