Hello, my name, my name is Awareness,
I’m alone with myself.
I’d really love to love another being,
but there’s no one else.
I turn the blade, the blade of silence
deep in your smoothie mind.
I’m gunna turn, turn your sorry science
into something divine.
You see, I’m justa smoothie,
a smoothie god,
and I’d like to turn your movie
and all your bitter fruity
into prasad*
Those things you call “banana and mango”
I call “cradle and grave,”
I know it seems an unlikely combination–
a drink for a slave.
But if you come, you come a little closer
I’ll give you a sip
of the bliss, the bliss of mother ocean
when it swallows your pit.
You see, I’m just a smoothie,
a smoothie god,
and I’d like to turn your movie
and all your bitter fruity
into prasad.
I blend you with a little bit of sickness,
and a dangerous lie,
stick out the tongue, tongue of the witness
ah, it gets me so high.
A scoop of seeker, some disbeliever,
now add a rock on the road,
just when it seems it couldn’t get any bleaker:
oblivion a la mode.
You see, I’m just a smoothie,
a smoothie god
and I’d like to turn your movie
and all your bitter fruity
into prasad.
*prasad- a material substance (usually edible) that is first offered to a deity and then consumed.
