Nocturnal hypnotists
cultivating their herds
work they say
but they don't pay
or at least not very much**

Acid Dreams
Lucid screams
a hazy comfort cloak

Rabid schemes
and neon scenes
thickly veiled in smoke

Trance people
dance in slaving swing
chirping sound of sickness
like birds w/ broken wings

Weekenders
w/ tongues tabbed
tie-dyed eyes
awaiting for the cosmic ride