11.04.2004

psychedelic hearts

your disease, my pain
your cure, my gain
we are one with them

your escape, my imagination
your dreams, my illusion
we are one with them

the pill i will take
your pain i will make
them go away
like clouds blown through vanilla skies

we will feel lucid and free
like kindred souls
roaming the expanse of uncertainty

we will feel the acquiescence of euphoria
like psychedelic hearts
searching for answers to questions unknown

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