Welcome Into the inner sanctum Of Manson At the time of birth And every living life-form that Exists comes from Comes from Comes from Comes from The coming from place Beyond the concepts of those Who have a face And it would be a waste of precious time To convict with the conflictions of an aberrated mind Therefore, the stumbling blocks have been removed And the things that have wings Have flew, through you again You mustn't realize The mind of a hawk The mind of the pigeon The mind of a dove The falcon, the buzzard The condors in the sky fly free Forever Come on, world It must be one in order to be It is one on levels of beyond the things you'll think and do Beyond the conceptions of conceiving there With the birth of that what you might think is you You play behind the hind the hind the hind the hind Behind the hiney-hine-hine-hine And then come back again through Whiskey, rum, and the shadows of the wine Who was the baddest boy you know Had already gave his life up two times