It’s all in your mind station
Each time you go on with hallucination
How long have you become a daydreamer ?
From summer to winter ;
Sick, for everything you feel
Swoon, for nothing real
Better blow head with firearm
at disolate wasteland full of charm
Starting to turn mentally ill
Stop! before he finds your fossil
No place for sensitive
Need to stay productive
Change and get over
Before your heart get colder
Trias Nuriarta