Atmosphere: Funny colors in my mushroom trails

(SESS)Oh why... did i try..To take that whole quarter-poundOf philablue psilocybinNow I've been trippin' for about 96 hoursI devoured the whole bag and I feel I'm about to gagAnd to the porceline goddessHonestly, my eyes are swollen redI took 4 gallons of OJ to the headNow I'm more than half deadMore like ho dead, undead walkin zombie bansheeAntsy from all these vital ticks and twitchesWishes of new visualsAn' individual light streams to stop they crewsAnd all these creams and bluesAnd mabs, guavas, lime greensI've seen less strange things in a scream kaleidescopeI've tried to cope with the trips but it just makes it worseCuz if ya try to concentrate you envision yourself up in a hearseOr even worse, insects crawling in swarms it's a riotThe ceilings melting at the HyattWhy don't you try it(oaning) Why don't you try it(moaning) (SLUG)I took the adviceGobbled heads and stemsSwallowed vitamin-C grapefruit liquid just to cleansMy phlem it's been half an hour since I ate 'emI still can't lose the aftertaste from the zoomerstell me why did i take 'emMy man told me I would dig 'emAsked me to roll with em I did 'emNow I'm a victimStomache getting sick from the tightness.. ahhIt's like a vicegrips..ahh, why do you like thisSomebody turn on the lightswitch, ahhHow'd you talk slug into fucking with this drugShit's stuck between my teeth And I'm breakin nuts anticipating the buzzAnd then the hot flash hit like the sunhonestly I wanted to be doneMy man promised me it would be funDid i eat too many? did I jump in too fasthow long's this shit last?Everyone take off ya mask, I lost my graspI don't mean to eat and run on the 16th poundBut fuck that.. I'm outta here,Barefoot, january, lakestreet, eastbound(moaning) Why don't you try it?(moaning)