[Verse] My head is spinning like the vinyl skipped Each repeated thought, cut off mid-line Stuck in debate, with a reflection For someone sleeping just outside.

[Pre] Flashes of the artificial, blend into the mist , A kaleidoscope of feelings, I'm not sure exist.

[Chorus] Drowning in a sea of colors, saturated spectral sheen Momentary passion got me playing make-believe Drenched in the surreal, like something in a Fulci scene Where styrofoam cooties, are crawling all over me.

[Verse] Artificial daylight, paints the tile walls Clear as day, but will it stay till sunrise. A novel touch, from the unfamiliar Only works a single time.

[Pre] Buzzing of things I ingested, blending with the natural Reasoning with that mixture, seem irrational.

[Chorus] Deluged in a flood of colors, washed in psychedelic sheen Momentary passion got me playing make-believe Dollar-store perfume, wafting through the Zone's anomaly Like Styrofoam cooties, crawling all over me.

[Bridge] Tingling in excitement, before the numb returns. Filling up the emptiness with more than it deserves. Attenborough narration, explains the ritual Mondo-doc of acts more perverse than intellectual.

[Chorus] Showered in a wash of colors, like an Technicolor stream Momentary passion got me playing make-believe Blue Velvet caressing, a Lynch-like lucid dream Where Styrofoam cooties, are crawling all over me.

[Outro] Drowning in a sea of colors saturated spectral sheen Momentary passion got me playing make-believe Drenched in the surreal, like something in a Fulci scene Where styrofoam cooties, are crawling all over me.