The Generator
Düane ‘Starpilot’ Aberle
Picking up a simple rhythm
Fire up, fire up, the generator
Patterns and frequencies drip off the wave formations
It all forms to be the way it shall be, my love
The generator
The love creator
So high
The world seems to glitch away
And everyone thinks it's all about the pay
My alchemic soul drips waves of pure gold and sapphire
Shimmer through the doorways and scattered phrase
I've got it, I've got it, I've got it
The generator
No sеparator
The generator
Thе love creator
So high
I never wanna go back to where I was
I never wanna go back to where I'm strained
And all is love and all is electric love
I've got it, and I've got you, hooray!