Same old streets, same dull days,
People run, they chase escapes.
Some take flights to far-off lands,
But I choose to fly inside my mind.

It's a mind-gasm, a neon dream,
Colors burst, I'm floating free.
Some call it madness, some call it sin,
But with the right dose, it feels like peace.

[Verse 2]
But the spiral calls, whispers low,
One more hit, just lose control.
The high gets higher, but so does the fall,
Till the echoes don't sound like me at all.

Warning signs start to fade,
Reflections twisted, lost in haze.
Chasing bliss, but it's a blade,
Sharp and waiting, set to break.

It's a mind-gasm, but now it bleeds,
Colors fade, I'm sinking deep.
Some call it madness, some call it sin,
I thought I could stop, but it pulls me in...