I'm drowning in colours
In a pool of flaming stars
All the giants are dead
It doesn't matter who you are
I'm floating in light
Plastic rooms and liquid space
Nothin' in sight
But the freak that wears my face
Soothe me, soothe
Soothe me, soothe
Trading thoughts with the Moon
Do you know about infinity?
With a broken spoon
I bless the ones without clarity
I see through these walls
The godlike urge, feverish fireworks
So when reality calls
I'm back inside my wonderworld
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