Drop Some Acid Onto the Candlelight When You're Unsure of Who's Who Amongst the Friends You've Proudly Left Behind

Disembodiment Is in Fact an Ascent, Just Like Training Fireflies to Crawl and Climb Their Way Through My Brain Ends Up in Praying That They'll Never Get Outside Again, It's the Way They Stare Into Space From My Insides That Triggers Me the Most