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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