EcstasyLITTLE PILL WHITE AND ROUND,More Like This
GULP OF WATER, TURBO DOWN!
ANXIETY NOW, CAN'T STAND OR SIT,
JUST WAIT, DON'T WORRY, IT WILL HIT!
IN HALF-AN-HOUR YOU RISE INSIDE,
EVERYONE LOVES, NO HATE TO HIDE.
EVERYTHING'S GOOD, THERE IS NO WRONG,
IF THE WHOLE WORLD SWALLOWED IT,
EVERYONE WOULD GET ALONG...
WORLD PEACE I HAVE A VISION,
CANNOT BE OBTAINED THROUGH RELIGION;
BUT CAN BE RESOLVED CHEMICALLY.
THERE IS A GOD CALLED XTC!
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So my life walked out on me,
And the dark swarmed like a cloud of mosquitos to irritate my eyes.
And when I finally broke my high, and got my feet back on the ground
The sky rained forth acid
And I blinked, hallucinating
Pink elephants, psychadelic kaleidoscopes
My world was a holographic anagram
Bouncing off the walls, a frozen spring,
I pulled the cover off of my head, untangled the sheets from my limbs,
Walked out in to the kitchen,
And the scum from my dreams dripped away to normalcy.
When I crawled in to your lap on your chair,
While you typed up a test on paper,
Cursing at the world of watermelons, teetering on insanity in your fascious burlesque
I gazed up, a child in your midst,
Your lover in the world,
Looked in to your eyes, little globes swimming in the clouds,
Tapped your pastel lips with the tip of my tongue,
And zipped you in to the sweetest kiss a candy girl could offer.
MDMAI can feel my synapses sending electric jolts to one another,More Like This
firing pistons, high powered machine guns.
I can taste the chemicals,
the composition of everything I put my tongue on;
right down to the molecular level.
My spit is acidic, peroxide flavored,
and my head pulses to the insane back beat of a song no one but I can hear.
Every light has an extra glow, an aura, a halo around it,
and the night is ever so inviting.
Being still is not an option in my book;
this story was based on movement.
My teeth, once again 32 bits of glass,
crash against each other in harsh ocean waves of involuntary movement.
My legs, my body, they no longer belong to me;
nothing is my own any longer.
All involuntary impulse movements and spasms;
everything is now out of my control.
My secrets run out of my mouth before I can stop them.
The truth shines down in conversations on tough topics
where I would otherwise lie and deny.
Some things are better left unsaid,
but my mind and thoughts no longer belong to me