“You can run, but you can’t hide
Once you get in you can’t go back…A secret passage took you right here
You came in freely, lured by the breeze
The sound of music, the smell of me
Your dreams of freedom, to escape from thee;
But there is no breeze, there is no shining sky
No grass that is greener, no better life
You were unhappy, selfish and mean
Nothing was good enough for the queen.
The trick was easy; I just followed your lead
Made myself available, you saw me in every scene
The perfect handsome stranger that night at the club
The extra drink, why not, if it is free
The feeling of greatness inhaling a line
Nothing could stop you, not even a clear sign
That you were indeed secretly, sealing my pact.
Yes, the cozy sofa seemed somehow so real
The dark shadow in it so eerie, yet friendly and sincere
All was part of your magic-pill field trip.
If you are reading this, stop wondering: it is rather clear
That your trip is over, that your end starts here.
Welcome to my world, make yourself at home;
Because now you are mine…and mine alone.”
