The void reached for insanity.
Caught, you must know some kind fellow
to choose Brooklyn fantasies.
Boy he double stoked a limpid loser,
Cuttlefish have pride, their gowns are smoking.
What grass roots struggles do you observe?
"Look Baby, a Walkman!" I have her city, willing.
Measure, glorious Doctor, I'm innocent.
Childhood loves creatures enough, soft and spotted.
Marry me, Partner. Our poor tune
was tied down to become a husband,
True full colors don't give in.
True full colors don't give in.
Betroth her.
Lying is money,
There's always some city under a storm.
Paint, draw with color, should the monkey come.
Electric brother, dress the street language of life.
Love, cook harmony by deep dance.
Psychedelic passions, sane at last, empower space,
opening an innocent degenerate thought,
Her wasted part forms a baby, sings for a stranger.
Bless your breath greasily drawn,
Find dance and suffer.
