Lyric

Do you believe in the world beyond the shoefiti?

Fingers fall down on the higher self

Inspiration ruined my spirit, completely

Swallowed atomic bomb

Reality, Lucks reality as SpongeBob

Cinema was dead under the mirror ball, Jean Luc

I can’t believe all unfortunately

This is our fucking generation called culture

So, I’m a deaf

Art Fag, Artists’ shits

Now I’m diving into the desert

Maybe referenced by Dolphins

Lying on my bed

Endorphin of train-man

Rain man, every moment has its standard of beauty

Eventually our lives will never end beautifully

It’s not beautiful but

Slow and dramatical as fuck

Fuck as consume

People say latter of life is tragical comedy

I disagree with it

Life is more complex shit than you think

Stashed mushroom is growing

Expanding like fat belly

(Beach is closed)

Substance

Why people create something will be dead in the end?

(Torture)

Clean up your room

I know it’s not dirty

Civilize your schizophrenia called love

(Same old) Universal Ego and

(Same old) miserable war

Everything has broken

So, I’m mad mad mad

Addicted to junkies’ love

Soleil, Medium rare

Furious

I know this, main man

Deeply connected to this inevitable flight

(Roots)

Cultivate this airport

(Cut it up !)

Cut this circle

Extend superior

Staple your photographs on it

Devastate Nothing but Anker

Above the frozen castle

You can dance with Elmo

So Please fasten your sweet memories

Adults cannot stand this

Human’s face is bent and always strange

Gandalf, can you see?

‘Hi ‘That’s a Manta

(Plasticity)

WAVE

He looks sleepy

“Happy Happy?”

Hangman sat next to me

I realize I am sitting on the melting pot

Ring Ring Ring

This is the promised land

Pulp fiction is now dancing in the shallow trance

I’ll Never give up on my dreams

Cos I’ll keep sleeping in this Wondrous flight

Adults cannot stand this, my main-man

I do believe this creep show

And I don’t wanna play this fuckin' game