Something’s catching up, now you’re being kissed
By the flesh and the walls of ideas and space
It’s your little room, such a curious place
It’s a taste of dreams, and visions too
These visions move, they are treacherous and smooth
They play and you laugh, but the play turns to violence
And it doesn’t take much for you to sink into silence
You’re a lost cause, but these visions give you hope
Is it your turn now, to be dressed in silk and rope?
To finally be chained up, beaten black and blue
Here in this hallucinogenic little room
The curious place that you always come back to
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