• Bitter and sweet, the taste of dried sun-flower seeds
    I bite through my teeth until the chemicals are released
    Let this unique adventure take its toll on me
    I feed off the toxins of the miniature mushroom trees

    The clock is close to midnight, inaudible tick and tock
    My veins are in flight, high from the longing shock
    And my pupils dilate until the world is cocked
    Like a loaded rifle while the safety is off

    Bows of color shoot through the light
    My eyes split wavelengths, I see the true sight
    Electric blue haze, pulsating in time
    It is all a circuit board, the brain and the mind