Instead of going south, we're inside someone's mouth,
That's not even on the map.
I swear I knew my way, as clear as day,
But the universe has developed a communication gap.
Now what do we do, it's dark here too,
Do you think it's a national park.
What if it's really a giant beast, we're the feast,
In it's stomach it's going to be dark.
Shouldn't have done the shrooms tonight, will park for daylight,
Or until things begin to make more sense.
We may be in a trip, decisions we better skip,
Or at least until there's less vomit to dispense.
