A cryptic journey, into the unknown, Each hat a portal, to a mind unshown, An occult display, a realm of thoughts, As we venture forth, into the astral knots. Sins killing hats, sins killing souls Onto our ship, we heed the call To the cosmic void, behind the stairs A magick journey, we will share 81 trips, to transport them all, A feast of bloodlust, a mystical call, From inside a hat, they cannot run As our hats point high we praise the sun An infinite road, delusional maze As we fly through countless days. Hysterical laugh, we're going fast As we push deeper, mashing our minds. Reality bends, sanity frays, And the planets collapse in their last dance. Put on your hats and hold on tight, The final stage, keep your smile wide. 81 trips, to transport them all, A feast of bloodlust, a mystical call, From inside a hat, they cannot run As our hats point high we praise the sun
