Hallucinogenic sister

This is... Hallucinogenic sister

Hallucinogenic sister.

The Beatles got a ticket to ride the helter-skelter.

But it was you who sent me spiraling.

We sat on a mushroom together.

It's where you did all my rewiring.

I never 

knew I wasn't free.

Until you turned the key.

Look what you made me do.

Got me talking in cliche.

Created with a lyrical intensity

To survive in the spite of oceans of pressure.

Gears cranked by great cogs in the bleak whatever.

You were right: diamonds are more than density.

Look what you made me do.

Got me believing 

Got me believing talking people could be dead.

Got me believing they could be alien abducted.

Got me believing I could be wanted.

Got me believing not all madness is insane.

Got me believing not everything comes with pain.

Where have you gone?

I went to watch the wood-chip walls fall.

You were right: there was no physics behind it all.

The knocking was in my head, all along.

Look what you made me do.

Got me talking cosmic mundanity.

Where have you gone?

I went to see Venus on the half-shell.

You were right: it was not the painting, but a novel.

The devil is always in the detail.

Look what you made me do.

Got  me questioning my reality.

You screwed me apart, you screwed me back together.

Transfused neon gas for my bloodstream so I'd be modern-noir.

Showed my heaven is hell: 

Showed a curtain call to an actor in a theatre of war.

Showed in this hotel there is always a caretaker.

Where have you gone?

The fading light is the same.

But the oncoming night is not quite the same.

My typewriter still licks out one letter at a time

But the ink from the ribbon is not quite the same.

Gravity strings hold our places, still somewhat entwined

Just the stars are not quite so aligned.

And that's OK, it's alright, it's fine that you got me sad.