You´re making fingers snap, I´m making fingers glow..You´re making famous traps..creating rain of snow. I came to burst and blow..you came to heckle foes..don´t take it personal..but I can´t let you grow. It´s all over the news..it´s even covering shoes..the way you came to abuse.. and let loose.. up in the wiiiild goose..chase to DISStracT...and later erase..and displace the EXtracTs of the human race. You build a castle of ice..with televised cubicle eeeyes..the people despise..I wanna A riiise and really Improvise and conFuuuuse....diiSSecting your eyes, the way you generalise..is played way too much..you can´t relate and such....you caaan´t wait Cause of the clutch...Needing a feeding, a Universal touchhh....proceeding, receding, impeding....burning the hutch. Takes alot of ..gUts..to succeed without a goooal, and outlaaast the past, without becoming an outCaaast.....My situation is too much to graaasp..see my condition is my favourite, though People CanNot label It... Experimenting with experience, without a summarizing calcylation by a roooll to personafyyy. You wanna take me to diiiie, not even knowing that I´ll probably reanimate myself in yooou... I know the stakes is hiiigh..but I´ll be flowing in the artery of candidates...your shelf blew..into glittering smithereens...ahead of the mainstreeam...exceeding your vain scheme..I´m working insIIde of dreeaams....kinnngs and queeeeens innn controoolled fairytaales lacK. Things for teeens, grooowing cooold in jaaails rack.
You´re out of your miiind, I´m out of you´re wooorld, poondering..wandering, watering, wobbeling, giggeling freeely...handing prerogatives.. to people in creaTiiive..magic enviroments..(you) don´t have to be a naTiiive...You keep gathering poooints, I´ve gotta lot to giiiive..Let´s see what happens when you stop being polite? And the majority of your frieends is out of sight...I shine a liiight in your pendullum controoolled caaave...it´s quite riight, like kites life flies....I wanna penetrate your coat of arms..spraypaint it from the insiiide, leaving you charmed, no need for aLarm..the shaaape of your soooul is unhaaaarmed...slightly rearraaanged thoough, letting your flaaames floow...insaaaaane memorylaaanes tends to shoow...setting it freee is only part of how we groow...The outer from the iNsiiide..mainly aatraCts..the beauty and the beeeast....who came to welCome the scenariooos... It´s like a plant of trails...It´s like a folktaaale...You´re not a fan of faaails....You´re looking kind of paaaale. But it´s allright I´d rather give you my haaaand, than leaving you straaaanded.....you´re ego´s socially braaaaanded. Taking IT for graaanTed..enChaaanted, plaaanTed, slaaaaanTed....towards silly rewaaards..handed out by thE conTemporary boooGus looords. Like thE heavY medication in the Ooldest waaards. Where the leaDer of the pAck strikes back when boored..and the cheater in the loveshack´s leaving you flooored.