Thereʼs a time the fairyʼs not blind Thereʼs a place the fairyʼs not there I think my magic thing describes everybody is thinking personality is dead Thereʼs a place that gifts big smiles Thereʼs a time spreading out my ashes The breath anyone else is breathing in… the breath anyone else is breathing out
My dear donʼt kiss my mouth Donʼt give me your way… itʼs the time to glut my face my hole…my future grave…gem of my days… is it too late…too late?
Choose the pram – look at yourself
The toys play with a child 1 2 3…itʼs another life Cheers! Wine and shine…than celebrity sigh 1 2 3…the till still crying
Suck up to the prescience
Fucking girls, draw the reins of silence Like a pop star…a b c yeah! Prints of noir are screaming
Suicide by perfect people Suicide by normal guys Suicide by frames of sickness Suicide by saliva of lies