Couple of spinning neurons above the heads,
Laughing at how bad they react to changes.
How does the will give change,
When your ulterior deed is prone to range?
Hurt mime kneeling before the silence,
Writing the paper as the last resilience.
Trebling against the robotic mode,
My personality is so loud
Trying so hard how to improve.
Chaos in my left eye,
I can only sew the intent of anger,
You're falling to spread the memories of danger.
Kneel as the keen human you are
Dance on their heads just like a clown,
Nod and tell everyone,
That doll is just the crowd.
So unrealistic,
Be aware that you are dead.
Cry in the vain of oblivion,
You are still so messed up,
Using the blessed chain of reunion,
To remember...
Why don't you remember?
Jump into the sea of void,
Be not afraid of the untold,
Go again through the truth of the forgotten
But at least see that rotten bottom
Core of continuously autumn.
You are the spilled cabbage,
Let me film the spill because I'm empty,
So happy and lonely spill of my insides,
It all got out, but not with my thoughts.
Use your hand to wipe my mind,
Distract my senses using the forgotten wind,
Tell me to go away, while the world is still mild.
You are untouched,
Long moon extended by the future,
A short human of time is still trying to understand the structure.
Gathering flies of union,
He's throwing the ball of opinion.
Resemblance of intent of anger,
Human way to protect the defender.
Stand by the rage,
Heal me with peace,
On the stage play the piece,
Cry in the corner together with malice,
Save the other performer
Destroy the child in the corner,
Mend the worried mourner
And in the end cut the transformer.
But you woke up in the cold late awareness,
Angry like always
Waiting for the cease,
The thief who stole your singularity was me,
You were right, I did it
There is no end,
Gaslight my instability.
Should we turn around and go back?
See how lots of spines twist under the justice of the memories' crack?
Look at how they hurt me even now.
Will you go forward and admit how the world is splitting as your happiness?
As before
You want to feel the blow?
Like always
The hope's inferior splendor is not yours.
It's ours.
But again
Psychopath, maybe just a spine,
You actually want to be sad,
Or want to be the empathy decline.
But even so,
Farewell down will demand even more,
You are a cabbage,
And me,
Just like before,
A throw of bore core.
I should let the night fall on your head,
You are a sadistic feeling painted in red,
And untruthful more ice is let
Little snow falling on the hole's head
Taking the scissors and cutting the life thread.
I heard him snoring,
Waiting to be awake,
His reflection is right in his face,
And I know the truth is hard to embrace.
Want to ruin it all for a sad sky,
The madness with surrender
Eating the right disappointment,
Off with my heads
Dislocation of bones and anger,
Ponder to mend the contract
Grasp my teeth in your hands,
Embrace the absurd while still it remains,
While in the after before me it rains.
Give away the food on the table
Just to eventually avoid the relatable.
It is my misery's fault,
But still trying to warn you
What is wrong with you?
I stare at the mirror and the morrow is staring back.
The carousel is spinning its fun above our heads.
Dark nun of silence and two light looking pupils of worrying.
My right satisfaction is filled with garbage,
And my left disappointment is throwing it on the paranoid humans,
It's prospering like always,
From the limited fairness.
Not the world,
But tell me justice,
What do you think the end will be?
Opposing against the crime?
What about the sleepy human?
What about the falling mine?
Cascade of Stillwater does not alight.
Sleep continuously
Split more,
Snore.
