Sound slips from my lips forms a word
the pressure so strong
by chance it forms a key
for me and what I see is like a satellite in orbit.
So rich in colours and detail that I absorb it.
Probe my memory
to find a door to fit the key without trying.
Death defying rays,
a unique source.
Mapped out a track [bad word] on course.
File these feelings unknown
colours burn a heat and a sonic tone
each to its own shade as the future is made
by burning the the past in the moment
 [bad word] to call "now",
it's forever somehow.
Switching from lane to lane,
to left to right we ride
touch the other side,
touch the other side, c'mon.

Now you see words don't mean nothing
till I put them in lane,
they go down the track
 [bad word] straight back again.
Thoughts are immaterial
elastic, ethereal [bad word] out like rain-drops and then scatter
from form to anti-matter.

Dope is a [bad word] like a ray of heat
from the kick [bad word] 
so move closer to get some.
 [bad word]  I'm initiated
by the touch of her lips.
total eclipse for me to focus on
spiral on, dance in it, travel on,
and on and on...