Mind-food

Plastic unicorns point at you

Sideways faces are nothing new

Psychedelic sunrise at the foot

of the bed

You get all this when you feed

your head

Cellophane people, multicolored sky

Scenery changes in the wink of an eye

You can smell the colors, hear the lights

A bit of mind food works every time

Black turns to white, red turns to green

The world looks better than it's ever seemed

The walls are melting, the curtains breathe

Nothing can touch you when your mind is free

Your mind is free

Yeah you're mine!