Yes it is.

Psychedelic purple waves of ecstasy
Flashes of neon pierce the night
Clouds of mist form your fantasy
Reality vanished from your sight
Dancing on the wings of fireflies
Smoking from a pitcher of wine
Watching your lips whisper their lies
Fingers tickle the length of your spine
Dancing with myself in a cold room
Walls of gray inside this desolate cell
Bound in a white jacket and gloom
Imprisoned in my own little hell
Flames of red burning in your head
Flashes of green soothe your soul
Lavender spiders hang from a thread
Pulling ribbons of rainbows from a hole
Eyes look out from a magenta mist
Calling you into the colors and hues
Unaware, the moments you might have missed
While your visions were slowly transfused
Dancing with myself in a cold room
Walls of gray inside this desolate cell
Bound in a white jacket and gloom
Imprisoned in my own little hell
Can’t taste the music you hum in your head
Reach out to touch the stars as you fly by
Above mushrooms springing up from your bed
You are flying into the half eaten sky
Capture the waves of the orgasmic flow
Where the questions are the answers you find
Flecked gold lame’ wings melt into indigo
You can taste the colours in your mind
Dancing with myself in a cold room
Walls of gray inside this desolate cell
Bound in a white jacket and gloom
Imprisoned in my own little hell

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