Die together is our way Flying cakes is a world of taint Can wait till we’re returning home To your gasps of stylophone
Don’t wait for the shinning news Turn it all in an awful blues Moving riffs, but there’s no sound Follow call and now you’re gone
So far, mind going far So far
So I force to understand Her own world as _______ But fastened to reality A Mardi Gras for eternity In a desolate bloody pants There’s a problem of _____ All my thoughts are taken out Above the clouds where I can’t blush