Drifting.

Drifting... Drifting... Heavy as lead, yet light as a feather, Tying the drift and the anchor together. Moving sideways... through the purple haze, Lost in the bliss... of the chemical maze. Drifting... Drifting... The walls are leaning, the floor is a tide, There’s nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. My limbs are anchors of solid grey, As the world starts drifting... the other way. Gravity’s gone... but the lead is here to stay. Drifting... Drifting... Heavy as lead, yet light as a feather, Tying the drift and the anchor together. Mmmm'ing sideways... through the purple haze, Lost in the bliss... of the chemical maze. Drifting... Drifting... "It’s a curious sensation, isn’t it? Feeling like a Victorian shipwreck while simultaneously floating through a strawberry sky. One’s head is a furnace of bliss, yet one’s feet are firmly planted in a bucket of lead. Don't fight the sideways drift... it's much easier to just... lean into it... and drift... Drifting... Drifting... The fire has faded to a silver glow, The led is the only thing I know. The sideways room is a spinning top, Waiting for the clock... to finally stop. Deep in the velvet... where the heavy things drop. Drifting... Drifting... Heavy as led, yet light as a feather, Tying the drift and the anchor together. Moving sideways... through the purple haze, Lost in the bliss... of the chemical maze. Drifting... Drifting... Drifting...