Doctrine of Psycedelics

You sit in a caravan awaiting
So you stand and leave instead
You are holding roses
For they are the flowers of the dead

The moon shines bright on roof tops
As bullets seem to sing
You jump and now are broken
Because of a stubborn wing

A man sits on a paper ocean
In a boat made of transparent wood
He is late for the party
Because his fake mass is no good

I joked at a table
With a man in a suit of red
He sat next to a girl
Who's eyes shot through my head
As she entered she then saw tunnels
Herself she then saw dead
She cried on her knees in a gutter
As a man stole her baby and fled
"And now I will chop off it's head"

She responded by phoning the cops
So he then ran far away
He took what did not belong to him
Now in the ground her babies lay

That night I heard you screaming
And then you took off your head
You threw it at the running man
And kept throwing until he was dead

The Clowns stood pointing and laughing
And dancing on their heads

Can you hear the singing
And chants of children in the Irish spring?
Is it really children
Or is this what goblins dream?

Your heart hurts your stomach aches
Your blood spills into a bag
A sack of what you've always known
To have then and now be true
Your mind will never be at ease
For the psycho here is you

I tried to warn but you weren't nice
of snake eyes, red eyes of men and mice

Those of us who are broken
Know what all this means
It's a doctrine of psychedelics
An impression in our dreams

At night I hear them screaming
Then one took off it's head
It threw it at the gatekeeper
And kept throwing until he was dead

The Clowns stood pointing and laughing and
dancing on their Heads

Those of us who are broken
Know what all this means
It's a Doctrine of Psychedelics
An impression in our dreams

The children in the Irish spring
Had their lips nailed to their legs
ôI had no other choice dah
But to watch as old mothers bled"

Are the answers to all our questions
lying some where true
Some where safe from safety
Some where safe from you