| My Lucid DreamHits: 1843We arrive in a rushing lucid dream, falling stars and angel's dust, this trip has no particular theme,
Our indefinite and unconscious state, is blown away to dream-like ecstasy, seduce the colours and clean the slate,
Racing all the vibrant lights and shapes, leaving behind only a current and a concept, infinite is flying without capes,
A flicker of light radiates in the air, psychedelic signal fire above our heads, our alertness has naver been so bare,
But we awake from our coma to needles & pins, numbness followed by clouded pictures & memories, amnesia is the hangover for our sins.
Author: Cory Jones
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