Rainbow Addict 2003-08-23 @ 11:41 p.m. Dizzy Vision's fuzzing ..and I see pills Little pills Pills in all the colors of the rainbow Pills in all the colors of addiction On the counter In the cabinet In my mouth Perfectly sealed in a silver package Silver treasure Rainbow treasure I pop a red pill and my world melts the clouds are smiling and the floor dips An orange one, next and I can see the smell of orchids in the sky above our heads Then, yellow made my heart beat faster my breath come quicker and made my eyelids flutter Green made me sleep deep, almost coma-like and I was lost in a world of phobias Blue made me want to touch Touch you, made me want to touch myself It made me love you Indigo made no effect at all No cheap hallucinations no enlightenment no real scare Unsatisfied, I need a high Nothing else but violet Gone through with everything but violet So, I pop a pill A violet pill ...and violet made me overdose. Violet made me overdose. My rainbow pills kill The rainbow kills. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Drugs. What exactly makes drugs so bad? Why are they looked down upon? Why are they taboo? I, for one, see drugs as a tool to help us amplify feelings, emotions, sensations, and the world around us. Pop a pill, and it makes you love everyone around you. Another might make you mellow, and have drowsiness overcome you. It's medicine for the nerves, it's medicine that effects the way we feel and percieve things. What's so bad about medicine? ___________ Listening to: "Something Rotten" by Placebo
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