Acasia and lye,

lighter fluid and three days grace
make a helluva bomb, the stuff

rebel dreams are made of.

what you hold dear, the material
visage, torch it

with the same flame you
light the fuse with. The world,

let it go. As you inhale
prepare to meet another

world beyond all you've ever known.
Trust what you're shown,

do not recoil.
Accept the trip

to sacred parts unknown. Follow the signs,
and when the terror sets in,

remember his name
and stand tall.

The world is more than what it seems-
Now take it.