Label it, it shows us we're bad, convinces us to things, making assumptions, lights bright they bling, flying and floating my hands aren't my own, for this ecstasy has took me for loan, i try control it as i write this it makes me feel unreal, all the mysterious mysteries can't wait to be unveiled. It's nothing to be afraid of, yet experience is unknown, i feel like just like a vessel of souls i dont control. stages n rounds of brave euphoria,
psychedelic beginning, hyper ventilating over thoughts, every touch of your lips bring pain n loss of the future, where possibly you aren't there