I hate to put orange glases on my eyes. It hearts when I put them off, watching on pain reality.
Chemical attraction between us costs for me a big coach of shit.

I don't know what I need, and I don't know what i want.

Close my eyes, I'm getting on new level of subsistence.
No opportunites, only limitations... Everywhere...

No way back.
I just need more mescalin!
Some night easily I will just become transformed into new clot of light.