Restless rotation flips and spins directly in my head Like someone cut it off and put stereo pic instead My limbs are tied, seems like those all are filled with pad Don't worry, honey, if my eyes are infrared
I can distinguish just about a million shades of grey It's easy to combine those in a plane and fly away I blink an eye and there appears beauty salon Where Sailor Moon can get her make-up putting on
No man's land, where the blood rushes to Lymph glands, as if it makes sense to you