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There are monsters dressed in human skin.
There are wormholes in your love.
Little passages leaking droplets of fear
that were planted in the cradle.

In this mushroom dream you are walking on eyeballs.
On this silver cloud you can’t throw dirt on magic.

There are noises trapped in colored orbs
infiltrating every thought.
They may come and go in cloud-filled bursts,
replenishing the hurt.

In this mushroom dream you are walking on eyeballs.
On this silver cloud you can’t throw dirt on magic.

From the very start, the world you see,
shaped by those you’ve learned to trust,
may be out of focus, out of tune
and may put you out of touch.

In this mushroom dream you are walking on eyeballs.
On this silver cloud you can’t throw dirt on magic.