As dark as dark sky and earth, dizzily mindAs sore as sore the back of the gullet, dizzinessYou can't catch me, can't catch meCan blind birds fly? They can'tI go up the blind stairs intentlyLadies and gantleman, time is overLadies and gantleman, please dieMy child flowing down the sewer is a piece of incompetenceCan't grasp anything with my handsLike a garbage I go back to doingWhatever I may wish, it's weed lifeNight and day at the end of the day,all day and so every dayI scream even in my dreams I want to become happyRosy lipstick My child laughing is a piece of incompetenceSelf torture... abuse... die... wanna forget... I hateThe song game of counting petals.
