How could the weather Change so fast? And make a dream into the worst nightmare Now a hundred negative Thoughts per minute Like a rifle inside my mind That breeze that satisfied me so much Now looks like a sandstorm But this is not a natural phenomenon Sensitivity can change the roads No other drug had done so well to me Felling summarized, built, and naturally destroyed Over the blue sky of paradise Founded on heavy clouds Discharged water like a dark ink, to paint my hell It's impossible describe as agile transition I knew the extremes of waves Psychotropic conversion Is impossible describe as horrible Second stage Where have all that Wonderfull things gone? No more weed with Lsd No more weed at least for me It just destroyed my best time And than a lot of drinking again To only my liver feel some pain I'm a slave now... Why not only the positive?