Melange E C G D (x) Melange a deadly dream device, The navigators holy spice. More highly prized than human blood. The bane of galaxies untold. The mentats yet denied her grace, Poor visions, feeble spells Mere shadows on the sea Of madness there to tell. Melange a prison of the mind She'll teach you very well. World without substance, without time Abstracting hyperspace sublime. Oracles of distant stars May bear her as a sacred vice But trust to vision born of man To know Melange at her true price. Melange addicting in her grip The pilots of lost sailing ships. Thrown helpless through the myriad worlds Damned as hell's eternal souls. Refrain: Worlds within worlds. Spinning out of control. Got to find my way back home. Sick prophets lost in rivers of gold. Oh, oh, rivers of gold. Oh, oh, rivers of gold. B.E.