Mushroom's got you seeing reality, smoking dreams, have you questioning humanity, no time for sanity, I'm stuck in this illusion, your weakness overpowers your confusion, I'm futuristic like fusion science and technology, I'll xray your dead body, fuck Radiology, and you bitches are all fake, so don't say you'll be there until I drop the last flake, go pick up a rake and learn to do manual labour, because when I come back I won't be your fucking savior