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They twist and tangle in this circle of sand Unclassified They crawl up the walls everywhere, without precisions Shapes in a giant bunny's cranium Hopping and irresolute Unsolved ideas of a distorted guest No justifications, for these flavors are tasty passages The pleasure of sharing a so special collection If only I had some mechanical apparatus Involved with my torso My personal darkness would fade out to the nine winds Blown away by grafting cells She tasted spontaneity with an honorable mission in mind Just to spit out intense squares of uncolored ink In the face of a pulsating mass of flesh Talking nonsense on its throne Damn well she did! And in view of that case The oracle declared That it would be more pleasant to be naturalized Than to make conversation Letras de cancionesWith a blind beholder in need of affection Only to find the same patterns on the fast lane We are within the nonsense of a larger plan Worthy of some salt pouring on a bloodied part Merry, merry, joy, joy! A nice and pleasant dip in an acid pool Don't you see my smile? I just glow with derision! Or perhaps my eyes, turning pitch black Only want to pierce these dense walls all around me They always do when sarcasm is on the verge of punching a well-earned goal Horns and screams are tools For the altered thoughts of an attitude Rooted in multiple layers of beings We once lost our wings And can't ignore the excruciating pain of a grounded life We are within the nonsense of a larger plan Worthy of some salt pouring on a bloodied part Sonority Divine! Positive feelings made this frustration vanish In a shout of pure energy To blend is not to bend To be is one two three Impulsions on the throne Choices for you alone The earth is not round Sans même user de paroles intelligibles, Ils se comprenaient tous Alignés du même coté de la démence temporaire Ces sons qui salivent de sens éparpillés Signalaient un état d'esprit intense et implacable And in view of that case The oracle declared That it would be more pleasant to be naturalized Than to make conversation With a blind beholder in need of affection Only to find the same patterns on the fast lane From Letras Mania