Lunatic psychotic Fig
What is it you seek?
Why do you want to
Trip my light reverse
Mystic to unfantastic
You spy-chotic psychotic
Lunatic Fig
How do I make you See
That the bonfires of my Mind
Has trash-metal for Wood
And everything is Melting
Into a noxious Blur
As you trip it unfantastic
You mole in friendly clothes
How do you do this?
Make so nice
Sell people down the river
And come off all innocent
Smelling like a bouquet
of Fucking Roses in full bloom
14/04/2012, Tioman Island
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