Inhale
The room turns red
Flashes
Burst into my head
Like the debris from a rocket
Like the visions of a prophet
Like a paranoia free
Lightning
In the ceiling above
Flashes
Bursting over my head
Like the debris from a rocket
Like the visions of a prophet
Like a paranoia free
How long til I break
Quiet
In the dark street below
Flashes
Fade into the glow
Like the debris from a rocket
Like the visions of a prophet
Like a paranoia free