Time was running away at this mild winter nightnWe were on our way to get some illumination.nnThe big bang callsnnIt was the seasonnIn which Mother Earth outwits the master of the underworldnAnd I was ready to sharenAll my fantasies to get into the spirit.nnThe big bang callsnnIt wasn't a lie, it wasn't a lienIlluminate me.nnA tribe of truly possessednAngels dancing, sadists whipping,nHippies tripping, candles burning,nAnd more, more, more, more, more and more.nEverything was possible to get some delights for the sensesnFor the senses.nnIt wasn't a lie, it wasn't a lienIlluminate me. It wasn't a lie, it wasn't a lienIlluminate me.nThe big bang