My Octopus mother took me on a trip through an alernative reality
Where music was master
As I sit in wonder I see new light
I found the vein 15x was good enough
With her tenticals so strong we traveled
Into the maelstrom we go
The keyboard attacks my mother with psycodelic sounds
Initiated by that last octet you played
With your sound you have made my harmony
More than just a dream you thought
More like the life you fought
Everything is its own when its in charge
I found the one true fact of life
That everything’s alive so accept it as it is
Its taught the teacher to be a student
Because no one knows anything at all
hmm good old salvia.....
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