Valid squalid mirror
Pure fools pule
Pure kid's cutting off his pinky
He strikes it, clang clang
with dried up sounds
Let's 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
Closer, smoother, I paint it black
True cells, neat well
The wall is suddenly broken down
Cracked penguin flying around
ext to two-leg-turtle hiding out
ext to split-tail-monkey
laughing out
ext to fat big elephant
bleeding his nose
I'm just watching this happened
like I'm 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
I fill up the air
with my wasted vision
(It's stopped...
Ask me like,
"What about the moon???"
Am I howling?
sh-----------...)
Hear my story...
that you don't get
that you don't have
that you don't set
that you don't let
that you don't want
that you don't see
that you don't say
that you don't 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............