Blue Oyster Cult

I am gripped by what I cannot tell
Have I slipped or have I merely fell
I feel gypped my senses telling lies
Ive been stiffed by serpents soundless cries
Up in the hills
An apparition
Filling me
With superstition
A fiery night the night that I saw,
The night that I saw
The night that I saw
Lips lips
Lips in the hills in the hills
Lips lips
Lips in the hills
In the hills
Im so flipped snared by hidden claws
Ive been t-tripped Im crawling on all fours
Ive been stripped the insulations gone
Wish Id slept to waking in the morn
Up in the sky
Beyond the chasm
My eyes behold
A rare phantasm
The godless night, the night that I saw