25.11.10

speed stripe, get on (stair to tribe)

a forest, a forest on acid
rubber soul, never break off
it have already break through
to the other side, the last station
we know, beyond life, no longer any
death to worry about, no longer any
borders to call mine, 'cause I don't
even have a body, there isn't even time
the sky have melt and we swiming in champange

a party built by colors
but there's no different opinions
everyone thinks the same, everything is right

it's raining, raining planets
catch them with your mouth, make sure they explode
take away your aching head

build a new town, a new town in the
forest, forest on acid
build a hut
raise a totem pole to
dance around
stars
on
land

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