I am the drug for those who wish to live their lives
But now I admit, they will drive
Me away from the children, and the children want to see me
They say I'll make them free
The narcotic of forbidden dreams
The stifler of human screams

Allow me to be here, to exist with you
Why do you see red, and why do I seem blue?
Why do you ask "why" so much
I am from the kingdomof Nonesuch
It's a kind of sad land
Where all the tears of shildren are the sand

Nonesuch is the land where drugs were made
Nonesuch is the horrible truth about where the damned have stayed
It is where bad dreams are made
Now take up the hoe and the spade
Dig us a garden of broken dreams
Nothing is wrong, so it seems

We're all fine, peachy keen
Forget all you have seen
Forget the scars on my arms
And you'll come to no harm
Fire is born here
Do you have reason to fear?

Truth is the drug that sets us free
Now think that you will one day see
 
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