Rocket

Inhale The room turns red Flashes Burst into my head Like the debris from a rocket Like the visions of a prophet Like a paranoia free Lightning In the ceiling above Flashes Bursting over my head Like the debris from a rocket Like the visions of a prophet Like a paranoia free How long til I break Quiet In the dark street below Flashes Fade into the glow Like the debris from a rocket Like the visions of a prophet Like a paranoia free