Myron and Cole had a plan heading of to another world.
Inhaling an acre of Myrons sweet garden of pleasure
Waving goodbye to the rational patterns of thinking.

High above, swans sails the orbits of Earth
Waiting for peace below,
Dying to go with the flow.

Cole starts to shiver,
he's sweating and swears that an angel's here.
He's crying while speaking of colors which does not exist

Let me bleed for knowledge an angel possess.
Speak to the world through me
I live for a reason to be.

Myron stood up and he laughed in his moment of clarity
Said to his friend "Are we ever [bad word] to our senses?"

High above, swans sails the orbits of Earth
Waiting for peace below
Dying to go with the flow.