Creative imagery, of person i used to be
Just like a corps on autopsy
Waiting to be locked inside of a coffin
And thrown into the open sea
And i act impulsively
To distant myself of everything i know and see
Disturbing my own sanity
But maybe, i was born for this calamity
In a world, so dark and cold
To be ripped apart form my soul, maybe its my destiny
To be eaten by the ecstasy
Love chemical, but i admire its toxicity
Or maybe to lose my mind due to overdose on lsd
To see my final trip, that activate your brain's dmt
The spiritual molecule, that leads me through time and places i have never seen
And add just a little bit of thc
To be ripped apart once again by the effect of each drug individually