The power of being beauteous is kind
Whether it's dark or light in retrospect
Broken memories are electric
Like fire burning in the sky
Or should I say
Like light bulbs bursting in the sky
Either way I am ignited
Deeply and heavily in the depths of shouting
LIBERTY!
Flashing footsteps caught up in a lover's escapade
A rainbow of lies turn into wild butterflies
An emotional distance from what is real
The mind is an open window
All because of a little yellow pill
The space between deaf eyes and blind ears
How does one make a paper plane
Out of old shoestrings?
HA!
In a trance
In a trance
Coming down
Coming down...
SMASH!
Beauteous Victory
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