In a maze of smoke and mirrors
I anaesthetized my mind
Asking narcotic questions
A seeker to find
The melodic fields of summer
In the days when acid reigned
I lost myself
But my identity was regained
In neon
I’ve danced like a loon
Pulling impossible faces
At one with the tune
I’ve rushed and rushed
With nowhere to go
Wide eyed and insatiable
So high became so low
I know excess
Been in a misplaced daze for days
A guinea pig for chemistry
I tried every latest craze
There is no fear or loathing
For anything I’ve done
You may think me a pariah
But I was only having fun
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