Psychadelia, on my knees
in the trees
we shall freeze,
Psychadelia, don't twist me.
Psychadelic lotions, are our emotions,
they twist, they turn, never burn.
Rub, rub, rub it in, it will twist you.
To dream is a means of psychadelic conciousness.
We're concious yet,
in another dimension.
Don't prey on my dreams,
of psychadelic reactions.
in the trees
we shall freeze,
Psychadelia, don't twist me.
Psychadelic lotions, are our emotions,
they twist, they turn, never burn.
Rub, rub, rub it in, it will twist you.
To dream is a means of psychadelic conciousness.
We're concious yet,
in another dimension.
Don't prey on my dreams,
of psychadelic reactions.
