Axemancometh
Bluelighter
Oh, 2C-B, you're of perfect hue,
I sing songs in praise of you.
Of your rippling waves - and colours too.
You launch imagination to the moon.
My soul burns electric with creative mind,
From you and all your Phenethylamine kind.
Oh, 2C-B, why won't you see,
be my bride - for I won't be unkind.
You light my soul, you give me power,
When you're gone, I weep a shower.
You're welcome everybody.
I sing songs in praise of you.
Of your rippling waves - and colours too.
You launch imagination to the moon.
My soul burns electric with creative mind,
From you and all your Phenethylamine kind.
Oh, 2C-B, why won't you see,
be my bride - for I won't be unkind.
You light my soul, you give me power,
When you're gone, I weep a shower.
You're welcome everybody.
