Fear MemorY As the last ray rages across my side I sense the end as the walls break apart The cloud starts to shake; ringing up former times Only more bitter and pungent The stage sinks into vacant emptiness I sense the end as I start to say goodbye The stage remains hollow While I salute to the skies and to all my dreams I bend into sorrow I salute to the skies and all my petty dreams With wonders of adorning shadows The stage remains hollow As I continue to cleave into the curl I fulfill thoughts that for sees my trance I sing tales of the prospect to observe my face I walk into the mourning cave I continue to cleave into the curl But I remain unharmed With thoughts of the recent past; smiles in our day I remain strong and calm I forfeit all my felonies to strangers that allege me I remain strong and calm With thoughts of the recent past; smiles in our day I remain unharmed I drool over other lost souls I see them as the ray reaches its meager end I glitter into them to prod out their lies I see them as the rays that pass me by I drool over souls that remind me of myself I glitter into my untold lies The stage sinks into vacant emptiness I sense the end as I start to say goodbye I sing tales of the prospect to observe my face I walk into the mourning cave But I remain unharmed With thoughts of the recent past; smiles in our day With wonders of glimpses that belong to yesterday I remain strong and calm
Evened Inside Wasting my last breath I hold on to the gold scurf I risk my last kept nightmare I’m a monster in your valley In love with your gold scurf In love with the waste of my nightmare Wasting my last breath Insides in my cabinet Wasting my last sketch Insides in my closet Ugly but beautiful Crept outside with my boring nor Welcoming me to kiss my last scent With the blue the eye catches your sweet lore Welcoming you to smell my dying scent Crept outside with my evening lone Key me from this closet Insides to be evened Key me from my closet My inside to be evened Over a garden never made I ride through my eyes Over a garden never stanched I burn my coring dot Flamed by your firepot eyes I ride through your eyes Over a garden never made Ugly but beautiful Key me from my closet My inside to be evened Seeking through my marine Tough when I see my ghost When in timpani I see my own soul Tougher when I burn my last chi Seeking through my marine Burn away my treason Stop this lack tonight Look in my adoring eyes Ugly but beautiful Look into my last tear Its bluer than you Its bluer than the ocean Ugly but beautiful Look into my last tear Look in my adoring eyes Key me from this closet Insides to be evened Key me from my closet My inside to be evened I ride through your eyes Over a garden never made Get rid of my treason My heart forever haven Get rid my treason My eyes bluer than you This is my last haunted mist light So burn this sun And take my light So burn my sun As this is my last haunt Uglier than beautiful Faster then my only trap I ride through your eyes
LIFE- a white piece of paper The life of this sheet is like a rain that flew away from this shortening view Paper- shutting the end over the belt of our lost tong And as it sleeps in the lonely sky, It dances the wend to the lawn Nut-cutting through the cutting heart of this shorting end With my fingers moving up and down Ending the view With the last cord, it takes the last sip Sailing across the riff crept sea With the last robe, it makes its last mistake Like a hope that cried day and night With love in mind and a life that never accepted the mind Hurt beneath the pale skin, dying over the round lounge With love in mind and a life that shocked his mending heart Like a hope that fell into my forlorn moor I’ll love myself forever It’s all I have I’ll excite my own joy of my dying stone It’s all I ever have I excite me with my own love Peace falls on the scented earpiece With words that came out sailing across the tormented sky An empty space An empty blaze With words, it came out of its voyaging trail of its shaking trial Peace falls onto me and my falling screech And all I have is me From first to last All I’ll need is me The sky needs me With this shake I’ll pour water in the last rose top cry With this wash I’ll take away all the white silk Whit this shake I’ll pour water in the deep blue sea Strolling from the lab to the tab It soaks down the river Everybody called it the no body And it soaked them down the river Strolling from the ocean to the river With the last cord, it takes the last sip Sailing across the riff crept sea With the last robe, it makes his last mistake With this shake I’ll pour water in the last rose crest cry The sheet scorches for the truth The street flies away from the booth The lie keeps on drinking its ocean-blue wine The will breaks its long kept exasperation And the sheet keeps on scorching for the precision And all I have is me From first to last All I’ll need is me The sky needs me And the peace falls from its ground With the wrong location, it destroys the tube heat And the girl keeps on spinning for the sheet to burn the heat With the wrong location, he destroys the cotton seen love And the peace falls from its ground Whit this shake I’ll pour water in the deep blue sea With love in mind and a life that shocked his mending heart Like a hope that fell into my forlorn moor All I have is me From first to last All I’ll need is me From first to last All you’ll need is you
A keen eye of freedom Am I just seeing things while I’m asleep? Or is this a real sanctuary I’ve exposed For the sight in my eyes tells me to sparkle It tells me to take every one of what I contain And frame it like a rainbow on the highest sight of blue; I’ve taken far too many breaks to fulfill lost hopes; when Breaking the circle of belief that reeled in front of my knees All of us have cycled through a voyage of longed encounters Forever belonging to a land of emptiness Where emotions rage through an orbit; An orbit made for a horde of parallel dreamers I’ve made my plans and here I lay dreaming of it In the making I fulfill a few of it While trying a little harder, I bend into soreness Where my heart beats softer In this making, I accomplish nothing more I make my plans and I see it fall And today I’ve been called to take a bow Knowing there is no more of this left I’m forced into a hidden drape Where my deep gaze disappears And all that’s left are tears I’ve taken far too many breaks to fulfill lost hopes; when Breaking the circle of belief that reeled in front of my knees All of us have cycled through a voyage of longed encounters Forever belonging to a land of emptiness Where emotions rage through an orbit; An orbit made for a horde of parallel dreamers So as I get to the place of calmness I drool into strong voices of apprehension And I think about the world being just… So distant from us So distant to equal the land of dreams And now I finally take my bow After which, I wake up; in sight of real existence With lesser tears, wider eyes, minor worries And freedom on the edge
............YOU............. Holding on to the dust My lazy rush blinds my last see A monster I became while I gazed Breaking through this celluloid hone The monster I became while I gazed Looking and whispering to this chi Holding on to see my last dream Thrusting away the dust My lazy rush blinds my last see I liked me The sense of my reality Offended by the face of your dying brutality Somewhere outside heaven A house held my look Plastic and pale in my howl Letting the skeleton go The house held me on top Somewhere outside of heaven The snitched sense of breathing onto a hold Showed me the path Worse then my last gaze Some where inside my heaven Worse then my last glance The snitched sense of the brutal blinds my reality Cold outside the fortress A flurry drive over this golden chance The best of all these flakes that come my way The snows cry over this soldered glance The best of all we could ever see A flurry drive over this golden chance We liked me And the same we remained While our sniff laughed We held our face While our sniff looked at the flowers We held our nose And the same we remained The dusty haze never halted us Inside asthenia we linger The dusty haze tries halting our system Inside the corrosion we linger The dusty mist never held the metal cave Inside the dust we remain A master plan blurred by the ghoul mask Inside asthenia The dream we see while we crawl Inside corrosion A master plan gets blurred by her ghoul mask She is like God Stoning onto the laser dolt look I dreamt of me and my haze Stoning onto the lazes halt She saw me in her dreams Vividly smiling at my brutal nest She dreamt of me and my haze Vividly stoning on to the laser dolt We’re the identical ones The sense of my reality Forever offended by the face of your dying brutality Plastic and pale in my howl Letting the skeleton go The house held me on top With this you know how much this hurt me Through with the golden look With this I know how much I hurt you Darkness curtains my last macabre dream Through with your golden look This world haunts me Holding on to my last see The wrist bone bines my raging flame This monster I became while I gazed Now I hold on to my last see This time you’ll die The sense of your reality Forever offended by the face of my dying brutality
LIVING in MASQUERADE Holding on to the dust My lazy rush blinds my last see A monster I became while I gazed Breaking through this celluloid hone The monster I became while I gazed Looking and whispering to this chi Holding on to see my last dream Thrusting away the dust My lazy rush blinds my last see I liked me The sense of my reality Offended by the face of your dying brutality Somewhere outside heaven A house held my look Plastic and pale in my howl Letting the skeleton go The house held me on top Somewhere outside of heaven The snitched sense of breathing onto a hold Showed me the path Worse then my last gaze Some where inside my heaven Worse then my last glance The snitched sense of the brutal blinds my reality Cold outside the fortress A flurry drive over this golden chance The best of all these flakes that come my way The snows cry over this soldered glance The best of all we could ever see A flurry drive over this golden chance We liked me And the same we remained While our sniff laughed We held our face While our sniff looked at the flowers We held our nose And the same we remained The dusty haze never halted us Inside asthenia we linger The dusty haze tries halting our system Inside the corrosion we linger The dusty mist never held the metal cave Inside the dust we remain A master plan blurred by the ghoul mask Inside asthenia The dream we see while we crawl Inside corrosion A master plan gets blurred by her ghoul mask She is like God Stoning onto the laser dolt look I dreamt of me and my haze Stoning onto the lazes halt She saw me in her dreams Vividly smiling at my brutal nest She dreamt of me and my haze Vividly stoning on to the laser dolt We’re the identical ones The sense of my reality Forever offended by the face of your dying brutality Plastic and pale in my howl Letting the skeleton go The house held me on top With this you know how much this hurt me Through with the golden look With this I know how much I hurt you Darkness curtains my last macabre dream Through with your golden look This world haunts me Holding on to my last see The wrist bone bines my raging flame This monster I became while I gazed Now I hold on to my last see This time you’ll die The sense of your reality Forever offended by the face of my dying brutality
LunaCy I walk alone with memories flashing up my days I think of ringing doors, when waiting in the mold Squeals that built a forming pattern of truth I make-believe to be something that can thrive away the bane While noosing into a forming pattern of truth I walk alone with memories flashing up the day The vows of light fill up the silent space With more noise and clamor; I plunge into the silent space I portray unsolved secrecies With vows of light, I plunge into the silent space I wait being; calm and conscious I pear a leaf from the tree I spot at the patch I see it drool to the water that falls from above me I walk a slight further; being calm and conscious I hurl my arms around into the secrecy I find absurd counters while gleaming a little more Nothing known; all said to be mourned and bemused I act out as I was taught to; being calm and conscious I find more ways to beam into the secrecies that lay inside of us I act out a slight more With vows of light and a silent pace I throw out all the noise and clamor; I plunge out of the silent space I portray unsolved secrecies I find absurd counters while plunging out a little more I pear a leaf from the tree I spot at the patch I see it drool to the water that falls from above me I walk a slight further; being calm and conscious I walk alone with memories flashing up my days I think of ringing doors, when waiting in the mold I see it soar away I see it take the entire twinge away With times of being set aside I burn all the scars away I walk alone with memories flashing up my days I think of ringing doors, when waiting in the mold
the FANCY cure Maybe I saw you as my only cure I was never really sure But I knew you were my only cure That something that would take me away If only I could show you how Then I know I would be away I was never really sure I saw you as my only cure And now as the wind took you away And now as I know it’s not possible I feel like I’ve got nobody in my dreams And this zip makes me too fancy to expire And I hide behind this closet looking at the sky Gaudily closed inside with a key I don’t know now I know the penguins are louse I don’t know how I’ll find my closet nut And now I’m on the oceans edge Sinking deep into the dirty whole Possibilities burnt down with this loss Hope never showed The plastic box was always closed I was always my own trouble And now I’ve lost my only friend And now I’ve lost me I hope behind this secret, there’s a pass A pass to get me through the shore Themes with a loud ricochet With a louder hate to fade A pass will get me through this closed door I hope behind this closet, there’s an answer I don’t know now I know the penguins are louse I don’t know how I’ll find my closet clue I feel like a bee that can’t fly With no feeling to express An upset round, with a smirk to kill Restless lost lest I can’t take any more of this mist I’ll be the first to touch the scar With blood and a white star I’ll be the one to see the big car A car that has a key Are you there? This isn’t my proclamation It’s my only chance Don’t talk to me in my mind It’s my only chance Are you there? I was always my own trouble And now I’ve lost my only friend And now I’ve lost me A warm ending to a butterfly that couldn’t fly County roads were my only sky A warm slay to the butterfly that couldn’t fly I saw the stabbed sky I saw my last lie This is my last dive And now I die I don’t know now I know the penguins are louse I don’t know how I’ll find my closet in this house So cross this shaded line And come to me for this one time And save me from this falling disease I don’t want to be in my edge I wish my mind could change I wish I could explain So cross the shaded line Take your last dive I know I’m not louse So come and save me You’re my only mouse I wish my mind could change I wish I could explain
A rug of Names I walk ahead of worries that eradicates my cadence In somber resplendence, I take a bow; despite the facts I commit sorrow into my walls, asleep and exposed I lie bemused in disbelief; I unpack the spark; to amend The facts that keep me puzzled in incredulity I stand up despite the facts; I rasp out shrill voices Of apprehension, that hides over a rug of names; Names that I am yet to figure out I can’t help but scream as the sun dies In darkness’s cry, the mask unfolds the rights; I scarp out the names as they collapse; I wake into memories Asleep and exposed; I lie bemused in disbelief I repack the spark; as I amend the right facts I stand up despite the facts; I rasp out shrill voices Of apprehension, that hides over a rug of names; Names that I am yet to figure out I live inside a lie, where words keep flying In circles, they gyrate around the world, bemusing, Killing and domiciling open eyes; I am make-believe, in existence of dreams That never did once emerge; with eyes on the trifled sky I throw out words of mendacity As I take my last ride to see the ocean seethe; I see the water flow like a quiver of dreams; Where names fall down in full circle, I see the water flow around the walls that live around me; In a frame, over the sky; rasped into the shapes of cherubs My name; it echoes the sky as I scream it out I stand up despite the facts; I rasp out shrill voices Of apprehension, that hides over a rug of names; Names that I am yet to figure out
...yet another dead There goes the meandering don of our times Through the eyes of hazards We celebrate the last day of our compelling will When walking alone and skimming through dreams We wait for our divinity to respond to whatever’s absent Through the eyes of hazards We celebrate our new life And we see the sky turn blue Although we burn with black mantled turns We see the sky with colossal smiles And we try to not blubber with tears Hiding eyes beneath our pale skin We see the sky turn blue We wonder through synthetic eyes As we look into one another We touch our insides and we save the cadence When loving dreams we wrap our insides with times Times we’ve seen when we were set aside We look into one another Saving times As we keep looking; we drown our treason Fooling our insanity; we drown our treason We try to make it inside another time Fooling our lunacy; we find secrecies inside We keep looking; we drown our treason And we see the sky turn blue Although we burn with black mantled turns We see the sky with colossal smiles And we try to not cry Hiding eyes beneath our pale skin We see the sky turn blue While easing our narcissistic deeds We lay on each other singing our songs And I remember times And moments we anticipated; when looking at the blue We lay on each other singing our songs Remembering times Through the eyes of hazards We celebrate our new life
A GOLDEN NEST The ink of this bitter taste Reels its way across the stumbled path Where the taste blackens the roared nest And it reels its way across this shaky path Where the taste blackens another nest The ink remains its bitter taste Like shoes that strolled across the roared blues Like skies that blued the drowsy louse Like the cry that never saw my hidden eye The vapor mists the clear glass Entering its bitter roost The ink scorches through the bitter moist Where it tumbles across the broken morgue The ink scorches its way behind the bitter crust Tumbling and fumbling the golden nest Remaining and holding its bitter roost The vapor shadows the clear glass Proclamation for this save The torch flames Motivation for this addiction The fool that scams Another wasted craze The torch flames Another proclamation for this save Like blues that screamed through my noon Like the lies that drowned my sleepy house Like the sky that never saw me try The vapor blurs my only glass Bashing me Wasting me Bashing me The vapor blurs my only chance Tumbling and fumbling this golden nest The ink scorches its way behind the bitter crust Blurry and scurry A fragile cliché Another poor scare Real and rare With all this I remain Blurry and scurry Here and in my mess The vapor blurs my only glass Bashing me Wasting me Bashing me The vapor blurs my only chance Maybe it was something else Well… What do I know? Well… Maybe it was her Perhaps This is something else Perhaps I am some one else The ink of this bitter taste Bitter more then my bitter nest
BEING CLOSE TO pretending You break free These chains break down the chopped wood The wood of the free Rain drops, silts the pulping rose of your nose I see it fade These chains built up a dead bolt The woof of the free You break free Rain drops, spills our lively heart to the moist And the soggy feel makes us pretend to be in it With that hope, I make us a small synthetic force A force that recreates this lying box With hope, I scream out my last word Rain drops, spills our lively hear to the moist Never pretend, It’s always untouched Breathe free It’s always the same Never pretend The remote of our button devised soul stings Scams the truth and the end With the last button at the edge The wine takes away my last dam Scams the truth with the stop The remote destroys my button devised soul This broken bridge was never a lack It was our only source And as we sink I see it fade I see it gloom I see it fade And as we sink The water all over this makes the desert dry Our wasteland is affected by the hug of the dirty tree The tree that showed us our rack And with that melon I tuned up the cold lone Easing my trouncing ear And with that skeleton The tree showed us our rack Truncated by our love Never pretend, It’s always untouched Breathe free from the chain It’s always the same Never pretend The past was always the aid And now this is the wobbly end Take this truth and hide behind the black cave The cave where you hid my flower The cave where you felt the change in my shell And now you enter the wobbly end Knowing, the past was always the aid Shame on us Shame on the rust Bladed tree, this is the break Fixing this lying box was never so blue Bluer then the black Bluer then your rack This lock is tougher then our sway Like a dirty soften light Shame on us This broken bridge was never a lack It was our only source And as we sink I see it fade I see it shade I see it fade And as we sink The water all over this makes the desert dry Shame on us This is a sober fuss You break free These chains break down the chopped wood These chains built up a dead bolt The woof of the free And now you break free
And when i meander.... The leaf coiled this deck Through this black empty space A space made for us to see the lack Through another black empty space The leaf coiled this deck Away from my world Scorched blues from this careworn sin Away from my gum The golden look I possessed In the course of the dark valley The spiders dodged the maggots As I looked into them In the course of this dark valley I possessed my last golden look Inside my head that never gave in With brown eyes and my looming hook I lock my head inside this channel Suffering to meander through the morgue I lock my head inside this channel Inside my head that never gave in The sewer the token locked Self creating this other isle In this shadow I see my golden look Through another empty space Self creating the other end I see the shadow in this golden look Away from my world Scorched blues from this careworn sin Away from my gum A head that never gave in With my golden head I try to play a further note When sinking towards a drowned drain I try to follow the enemy one last time With this golden head I end this scarce search For this head is the cherub And as this mind is another seraph Where these angels live And where I sleep Suffering to meander through the morgue Inside my head that never gave in I suffer to amble across this tormented wall Inside my head I don’t give in I suffer to meander through the broken morgue Where these angels live And where I sleep My mind and my dreams Crossing borders made in my head Where these angels live inside me And here I sleep Where these dreams take over me The moist from the falling water coils the leaf The leaf which coiled this deck The wonder never finds an answer The leaf which coils this deck Drowns as the moist drawls the leaf Away from my world Scorched blues from this careworn sin Away from my gum I feel this darkness shoot my heart Away from my gum And away from this world Self creating the other end I see the shadow in this golden look Away from the darkness
21st CENTURY ANGELS Angels of today, Blends into a balmy fear of catharsis Ablating into words of the devil’s own The soothing breeze rolls over animosity; Belonging to a route of spotless longevity The ocean of heart drools into rest As longed for nameless tragedy The path of seraphs falls into the orb of defeat Where a million eyes turn to one; That of the flawless one, Of which one is me and of which one I’ve longed to know As tears for this calamity soothes into us We grim out fake figures of a face; That wraps gold inside frames of today Hooked onto ghouls of stark misery We grim out fake thoughts of joy As stoned for imbrued routes The million eyes return to one path, Leading into strong voices of wavering retreat The eyes emerge into white memories of catastrophe The million eyes return to one Of which one is me and of which one I’ve longed to know The comfort that lies within Flows faster then the ether surrounding the space Longing of search- breaks apart into countless figures The soothing breeze rolls over animosity The ocean seething our heart abounds our opportunities Resolving us into the angels; The angels that bless us in our day
A DRAPED IMAGE OF THE MOON Scale this bland dimness as it despairs you From steaming into the mourning cave Take a step back to range off the birds; that fly High above these solitary dreams of the sky A game is punned into suds of circles; Draped into figures of serene rustles Familiarity hits you as you respire into the game Dirty and lacy it remains, trembled by prayers Of fate, lullabies fill your ears, wagering to Execute the worthlessness A game puns into the suds of today Draped into figures of humble prayers Watered into the rinse of bliss You step frontward to reflect fresher eyes As it bathes away the plague of salacity You watch the birds’ twirl their wings To the higher phase of mind Rasp of haloes fall from the moon Draped by reflected statures of the anonymous Scents itself bitter, touched by malice Finds itself lost in the mild of a puny breeze Cluttered it becomes A game puns into the fizz of this floor Draped into statures of a bland scream We stream into a nameless orb Immaculate we become
YOUR IMPERSONATION In image of your impersonation The sky that unwinds will imbrue upon defeat As my eyes turn up to the clouds The water that lies inside churns up my raging chi In memory of existence, The throw of solitude schemes through this solitary dream As I plead for mercy The face of this hidden mask Immerges into an outburst of wrath; Where expectation vectors the verdict of filigree; Emancipation lies trapped in words of chaos In disguise, these facts of figures lie awake; Concealed behind the words of the mask In image of imitation The wind sooths across the sea Purity overwhelms the blow of the wind As this dream whisks into the glitter of the mask The flame of the day plunges into the water; Where the cadence rises above the ocean Embracing, nurturing, arousing, cherishing our serene eyes I cruise to disappear as it dissevers Into the ocean of lights Where we’re enveloped by the words; Words that are churned out from the mouth of moth, I roll into the scent of the broken past As I embrace, nurture and cherish your serene eyes In disguise, these facts of figures lie awake; Concealed behind the words of the mask
A FABRICATED WISH Thoughts of authenticity Unlocks the coverlet to the sadness In luminosity of these frail dreams My eyes open to the face of mendacity; Where fabrication of erroneous faces Live to the glory of heaven So hasty, the wind gusts As this ether I breathe Subsides to the stillness arising I am held back to tender tales of deception; Live to the lies I do; as the clasp of this shelter dies I pray to awake in hands of rapture But I wait today In the fakeness of this orb’s words Lazed by the eyes of evil I wait; for the scent of fresh daisy In wish, for the realism of purity My mind- clutched by the wrench Of this penitentiary, I am a twirl of oblivion As days go by, I stay pale to the nausea Of this penitentiary, held in hands of the morning sun I wait to be sheltered in this world Of evil Thoughts of authenticity- Broke, thoughts of this purity- broke To the touch of this lace infection But I wait today In hope, for a vision that clears The evilness of mankind
AN autoshaped GHOST ?? Scraped to a flake of bitter tenderness I watch the cherub admire the figures studding Clove pumped in a circle of fume I admire the praise rotating I explore my insides, to see it plunge To the twinge swooning in the midst of solitude Traced by suds of a touchstone I’m paced onto bitter salacity Where I lie alone; facing malice, I find myself bitter Into the ocean of dreams, I explore the solitary Sliced by months of longevity Nothingness, of dreams paced in black I find myself alone, on my own To explore this orb of gold Another inorganic thought Diminishes cherubs in my heart I break apart to the light of the sky Turned white into a lace of light I’m held in solidarity; draped in blue This scent of daisy suds into flawless segregation Ripped and shredded by the existence I’m held in solidarity; draped in blue I explore my insides, to see it plunge To the twinge swooning in the midst of solitude Into the ocean of dreams, I explore the solitary Sliced by months of longevity Ripped and shredded by the existence I’m held in solidarity; draped in blue I explore my insides, to see it plunge To the twinge swooning in the midst of solitude
THE LONG WALK HOME I see them walking home again Sliced by remembrance, inanimate, I see Cleaves of me dreamt by moth patience Now I wait; fumed in circles of fury Embellished by dried flowers and the scent of daisy My sins washed by a cherub of praise Forged by memories, inanimate, I see Dreams of me in eyes of color and shadows Of glory; stars of you spin in silence; as I wait In anticipation of seeing thy walk home I’m embellished by the scent of daisy In gardens of patience, Inanimate, I see Eyes of dreams kept closeted inside keys Of gauze memories and thoughts of spotless stature I see, the long walk home, again I see, inanimate Solemn eyes walking into me As they slit out the sever inside The light spheres into patience As they walk into me; holes of remembrance Crack open wide- hidden beneath the twilight I see the wonder ride in my eyes Sliced by remembrance, inanimate, I see Cleaves of me dreamt by moth patience My sins washed by a cherub of praise Forged by memories, inanimate, I see I’m embellished by the scent of daisy In gardens of patience, Inanimate, I see
MAggoTs The sky has no shortened limit It’s the end of the blind time I’ve walked the crawling edge of my gasping mind It’s the end of the blind time And the sky has shortened its limit Inspired by the amazement And now I reel this ended path And this reeling path burns away my panda mind And now I say I reeled the ended path The ether sap mustered the pandas scent Whit another med, an angel chews up the yellow glass Made of plastic With the hum in its wise mouth The angel chewed up the gum Made of the plastic I realized the truth O I realized the ladies hum I realized the truth This is cherry and this is crimson One word for the mind With that sham the liar denied And he derived One word in his mind The cherry and the crimson fade And this time I’ll visit the moon I’ll kiss those sweet virgin breathed mortals Another end, for this soul, which I sold A crime never to see And this time I’ll visit the sun I know how to smile I don’t know how to fake I know how to smile Well the camber of my limit was defined The angel defined They denied Well the camber broke my bone And now I see the sunny praise in this ding dong And I realize my heads own writhe A squirm to deny A squirm to see I realized my own heads fault And now I see the sun in this lone I realized the truth O I realized the ladies hum I realized the truth And the holy mouse chews up the sold brow The brow that I used all these years And I pray to the angel The angel of the savor It’s the end of the blind time With this shortened limit I break my try A flower to be seen The holy mouse became its genuine heal With the angel down on its knees The flower was to be seen For my gasping mind is the seed to the angel’s eye And as I am the lie to the hidden truth A flower was to be seen The panda was to be cleaned The lie was to be seen