In starry night my wings were born
Electric stream replaced my soul
My eyes I sold for one more shot
My thoughts I saved on disc of gold
I dreamed the gods of ancient men
And Buddha laughed right in my face
I took a smoke of heaven's clouds
My mind escaped to black profounds
My heart is made of wretched nodes
All inside my head are trodes
My eyes I sold for one more shot
I've never seen what I have dreamed
Yet I have seen all that I need
And saved it all on disc of gold
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