There's a hole inside my brain filled with Carolina pines That ol' painful psychedelia always bristling in my mind I got away for a while I think it's kinda funny now I feel like your old man He's running 'round the NASCAR racetrack screaming to an empty can We get away for a while For a while Salt pooling on my fingertips Speaking casual divine I see a light But it's not real No, it don't feel right It don't feel right My cup it overflows, I can't keep anything inside I'd rather penetrate the Milky Way and start to lose my mind I got away for a while They're reaching for my body through the toxic lagoon But I'd rather summon up a demon and try to fuck the moon To get away for a while For a while Drеam dragon is longing Longing to return and burn Return and burn, return and burn I'll rеturn And burn