Plastic unicorns point at you   Sideways faces are nothing new   Psychedelic sunrise at the foot   of the bed   You get all this when you feed   your head   Cellophane people, multicolored sky   Scenery changes in the wink of an eye   You can smell the colors, hear the lights   A bit of mind food works every time   Black turns to white, red turns to green   The world looks better than it's ever seemed   The walls are melting, the curtains breathe   Nothing can touch you when your mind is free   Your mind is free   Yeah you're mine!