Psilocybian Devils

For A Few

Psilocybian Devils


They're all on the moon. 
They have spread the tune. 
Oh what will become of me now. 
You feel like you're so wise, having trivialized things that were made only for a few.

Call me a selfish fuck. 
Pray for my bad luck. 
I wish that I had never told you about the things I know. 
Should have stayed alone playing puzzles in my head.

Feel like all the rest. 
Never got that bad. 
You're the one that takes me up to where I want to be.
You're my milky tea and in spite of all the fuzz, I love you.