Recreational drugs

I’m smelling fucking colours
I’m seeing through the stars
My eyes have become portals
My body’s up on Mars

I think I’ve become Woody
I think I’ve become Buzz
No wait, I’m actually Bullseye
Ha-ha I’m actually sars

My anatomy is changing
My cells have become cars
The wheels on this bus are turning
On this clock you have my heart

My minds morphed into numbers
Speech has become blurred
Language into music
Pictures into words

Take me to your mother
Ask her, would she take me?
Listen to her answer
She’s probably right you see