I rise up flat-back springing from the waist,
Acupuncture needles hanging from my face.
Because you touched me where I’m still a man
You forfeit the illusion of a guru’s upper hand.
Some chakras open up like evil boxes,
Kundalini peaking like the equinoxes.
Ayurvedic powders scatter in the wind;
I doubt you know what chapter of the Gita you are in.
I got my cult as an adult and I am rolling with it;
We going to a place where Buddha never been.
yogi mazuh [the Mp3]
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