Patterns emerge from the surface of nothingness A pattern without a trace As the hallocengic trance state starts staring you in the face Harmony produced by surround sound is something new you've found There's something in everything all around The frisbee of plastencine in your mind stretches your imagination in your psychedelic initation Your mind being moulded into something new Something you never thought you could do You feel twice your size and you've finally took off your disguise In the bubblebath of perception you always get a good reception and you're no longer capable of deception You can take the hallocengic bubblebath anytime you like Just dip in your feet and see how you feel and know that it's always real
