in happy thoughts... stomach knots
strychnine butterflies
flying high in astral colors
across the painted skies

i walk on higher ground
all the colors have a sound
it's melting all you see
in this world of LSD

i run in the tone of a banshee
laughing... popping veins
skipping towards a landing strip
high as an aeroplane

dialated shuttered eyes
i'm a birds eye in remote
with the day becoming darker
the painted colors changing coat

every little tiny shadow
every sonic epic sound
i start kissing the pretty colors
when affection can't be found

then into my creepy bedroom
darkness the only light
a candle is a nightmare
if your afraid to step in night

i sat like a smoking indian
just me and the obnoxious flame
my walls were breathing for me
and the candle spoke my name