Spark! the fuse has set in my brain slack flashback on a hat rack that slain insect obtains a cheap pain so i stick a daisy through his head he sneezes just a little bit and i squeeze that socket in my left pocket so confused i cry out my ancient name its Spathic!
sticky, tricky, creaky, freaky flit dig it out, pick it out, cut it out that plain impact contains a free strain no sign is shown at all no pilot came back at last my fuse clicks, i try to hold in my left side of my brain
its spathic "its tragic" and i lie again!
so clear false eyes pop out, i take them for my hat so bizarre pure black tears dropped from them i try to swear, but i dont have a God
Clash! The fuse has set in my brain Its just a pint of bee-right its so cheap but no claim or complaint then i feed that tiny thing some peas he coughs just a little bit i dont have any pills i wonder "why not?" too confused i found out i lost my ancient hands
its spathic he tells me which side to flit? hes too tiny and just clicking wings split wheres my false eyes? next ones could be mine
watch your head its heading straight to yo! spathic flit to the clash!!