- Vol. 04
- Chapter 07
The Joys of Blurring
Show me the psychedelic blue, The electric that curdles my blood, Reminds me daily of the days gone past.
Show me the psychedelic blue, So, I may not rest easy now. I must recollect the public shaming.
Show me the psychedelic blue, Come, bring forth all the puking psychedelic now, All the bile that comes tumbling out.
Yes, the same psychedelic blue of pain, I've recovered, the psychedelic's now gotten lighter, It's a lovely, sky-blue dawn now.