Finally breaking free, High on DMT. Running in the sea, Or being here with me: Whatever you desire Can be. A giddy little thrill, Then a mystic chill, As time appears to Hold you still. Another world; Another place; Another face; Another race! Your eyes still move, And you feel that groove. Then you feel alone again. Finally breaking free, High on DMT. Running in the trees, Or being what you please: Whatever you desire Can be.
Amanda Riddell