Valid squalid mirror
Pule fools pule
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........
