In the pale blue light she thrives.
Velvet curtains no light shines.
High speed connection keeps her aiive.
She's an adept of the night.
Hey Hey what she sees.
A premonition of the conspiracy.
Hey Hey what she knows.
33 degrees at bohemian grove.
Her daddy's from a Martian sea.
Momma's Sycambrian.
Her lord's a Nibiru king.
All things Merovingian.
Hey Hey what she sees.
Her burning heart is wrapped in tragedy.
Hey Hey the path she takes.
A solar barge out to China lake.