[Nat!]

One drop on my tongue, I'll take a little taste for fun,
In the kitchen where it starts to kick in,
I'm crawling up the walls, looking for a place to fall,
I'm on the counter these voices getting louder,

Is this thing on?

Make way for the king!

Somebody pinch me!

Oh great, its not a dream.

Now I, can't turn, you, off!
No, I, can't, turn, you, off!!!

Purple smoke and candy sculls,
Colors bleeding through the walls,
Dripping swirling as they fall,
I turn my head like someone called...
Gotta get her number,
Before she melts away,
Oh dang, wheres my phone?
I think I'm in this room alone...

Acidic has a problem. Its not his fault though. His problem is a curse... A curse set to make him very strange... Everywhere he goes, the noises get louder, the colors swirl in his vision, reality is warped and he feels stuck in an endless dream that sometimes feels a nightmare.
Better act fast...