| They say you can trust what comes from the ground but I know better than that
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| now.
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| And that you only use 10% of your brain, but in this new consciousness I swear
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| that I have used more.
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| Swiped sideways the curtain and witnessed a war
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| Where an A-bomb has been dropped in my head and the shape of its cloud has left
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| an imprint
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| that won’t recover and won’t be the same again.
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| Just cos it’s in your head
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| Doesn’t mean it’s not real.
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| What is real? |
| What am I?
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| I’m slowly but surely losing my mind.
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| Thinking psychotic thoughts,
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| I’d follow them out if I wasn’t impaired.
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| My skin is melting.
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| I want it off, I need it off, I’ll scratch it off.
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| This is the new me now with my broken, second hand mind. |
| Traumatised,
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| paralysed and hypnotised.
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| Just cos it’s in your head
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| doesn’t mean it’s not real. |
| Doesn’t mean it is not happening.
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| It’s your worst nightmare.
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| From how silly you have been with psilocybin, now swallow your dreams.
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| You gotta let your mind
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| Develop before you expand it.
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| You gotta learn to let it… go |