Spice Trip

Blue dust in my veins. Head full of knives. Still breathing. Wrong kind of alive. Ran from the smoke. Crawled through the black. Father in the dirt. No way back. No crown. No house. No soft little throne. Just teeth in the dark and a knife near the bone. Fremen eyes burn blue. They don’t blink. They don’t care what princes think. Stilgar says breathe. Chani says wait. The sietch feels hungry. I smell my fate. Spice in my lungs! Static in my head! I see the living! I see the dead! Spice trip! I see too much! Spice trip! Future burns at the touch! Spice trip! The desert crawls through my blood! Call me nothing... Call me Muad’Dib! Not a prince! Not a god! Just a blade in the dust! They give me water. They give me names. They teach me silence. They teach me pain. Stillsuit sweat. Crysknife shine. Every damn vision cuts a new line. Mother says wait. Blood says kill. The worm moves under. The air stands still. I see a throne drowning in red. I hear my name inside my head. Spice in my lungs! Static in my head! I see the throne! I see it red! Spice trip! I see too much! Spice trip! Future burns at the touch! Spice trip! The desert crawls through my blood! Call me nothing... Call me Muad’Dib! I saw the knife. I saw the flood. I saw my hands washed clean in blood. I saw the cities kneel in smoke. I saw holy words turn into rope. This is not prophecy. This is a wound. Open the vein! Drink the sky! Burn the name! Let Paul die! Muad’Dib wakes! Spice trip! I see too much! Spice trip! Future burns at the touch! Spice trip! The desert crawls through my blood! Call me nothing... Call me Muad’Dib! Spice trip! No crown. No sleep. Spice trip! The visions cut deep! Spice trip! I hear the worm in the storm! The boy is gone... the desert is born! My name is gone. My blood runs blue. The mouse survives. Muad’Dib!