A memoir from Psychedelic Nights.

We’re tripping over balls,
The windows are moving.
We’re stumbling through the halls,
Under a powerful trance.

Our perception of time is warped
The night is a never ending dance
All our thoughts are mixed up in our head
We’re stupefied by the light,
Is it time to go to bed?

Dazzled by the light we render senseless
We’re losing grip on reality
An alteration is taking place in all our senses.

We’re going through trances
We surrender to the light
In the midst of all these dances
The emptiness inside me was filled.

I’ve slipped into a dream,
All the pain inside me was killed.

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