Voodoo Magik
Lemon lime, so sugary good.
The silvery taste, drips freely, like water on the wood.
It's like the smell of summer camp, when its closed down for the year.
You know you should'nt taste the love, kinda like it's liquid fear.
The shimmery sparkles, The white code lines.
Melted chocolate in a microwave,
Explodes like brain cells popping in our minds.
Your heart feels like its caving, your mind races with deep dreams.
The bright lights and music, hardcore like silverscreens.
Knowledge of this feeling, numb like spider legs on plates.
Count the golden stars, we've reached our HERION gates.
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