pure kids cutting off his pinky he strikes it, clang-clang with dried up sounds lets put it into the burning dryer clean it up clean it up for my layer
50,000 dreams in the sky risky hunters are under the ground i painted chipped zoo on the cracked wall what do i missing? some kind of alive creatures i guess clsoer, smoother, i paint it black true cells, neat well the wall is suddenly broken down
cracked penguin flying around next to two-leg-turtle hiding out next to split-tail-monkey laughing out next to fat big elephant bleeding his nose im just watching his happened like im watching TV screen this lovely lovely terror
like a rubber like a bomber like a slicer like a ladder reach to heaven smaller fear in spider tear flashing back to the childhood to be hidden i fill up the air with my wasted vision
(its stopped... ask me like "what about the moon??" am i howling? sh-------------) hear my story.. that you dont get that you dont have that you dont set that you dont let that you dont want that you dont see that you dont say that you dont care plenty of plots waiting for quest with starving midgets spacey kid has no phobic clock with no hands easy flee, easy bullet, easy plea no repairman'll come now they fill up the sky no place is left around except my own no repairman'll come
50,000 dreams in the sky risky hunters are under the ground i painted chipped........