against my skin,
The trip is going to begin.
We fall down a deep hole,
It feels endless
and crawl.
My mind is going blind,
I see thousands of
colors,
all at the same time.
suddenly were slowing
down,
Im going out of my mind,
feeling the warm ground.
Your the captain of
my ship,
treat it good,
And make it trip.
The colors are getting brighter,
I can touch them now,
It feels like fire.
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