Baba Brinkman - Shaman lyrics

In the rainforest, I can hear a strange chorus Of frogs and crickets playing for us; my brain is porridge As the medicine man prays to the source Holding my head in his hands; my presence vanishes Into the depths of this trance; images dance And spin as he chants and shakes a bundle of plants His lungs expand and flows of cigarette smoke Exit his throat, the rumble in his chest grows In the background, the jungle silhouettes glow Then all at once he lets go; my head is sweat-soaked I'm a humble guest, though, with no question marks I think I just lost control of my wits in this pitch dark A matchstick sparks; as the blackness splits apart The medicine man sits with a candlestick Held in his hands lit; the flame's dance enchants it Then he hands it to me and stands, and that's it