Please no striking of posesnDitch all the cryptic talkingnYou could be free and be alive and listeningnTo sounds that fill you upnnThat music you just cannot groove to itnI ask more of younThat music you just cannot groove to itnI ask more of younI am groovingnI am groovingnI am groovingnI am groovingnnLeave your bodynI’m leaving mine, behindnI left my bodynI walked on snakes on the groundnBut I kept on climbingnnThey chased me downnThey ate my insides outnThey chased me downnThey ate my insides outnThey are burying me nownThere is dirt in my dead mouthnThey are burying me now nThere is dirt in my dead mouthnnI am groovingnI am groovingnnLeave your bodynI’m leaving mine, behindnI left my bodynI walked on snakes on the groundnBut I kept on climbingn