When I was in the Amazon, deep in the rain forest.
Treating remote tribes.
And I came across a shaman who worshiped an rare flower.
He believed it caused the soul to separate.
Allowing the dark self, to escape, so that the light self could heal.
It was like nothing I ever saw before.
Later I took a blood sample from the shaman and tested it.
Even his genetic make-up was changed.
I had to find the flower...
When I was in the Amazon
When I was in the Amazon
When I was in the Amazon
When I was in the Amazon
When I was in the Amazon
When I was in the Amazon
When I was in the Amazon
When I was in the Amazon, I had to find the flower.
I finaly succeeded in isolating it's psychotropic properties
A catalyst to trigger the effect
The question was, what
The question was, what
Later I took a blood sample from the shaman, and tested it
Even his genetic make-up was changed
For months, it was all I could think about
A blinding obsession
The more I searched for the answer
The more out of reach it seemd
Then, just as I was about to quit..
