I saw you dancing in a padded room
doing the spinning wheel violently in high heels
with wheels having flat tyres
stuck in the myre of vile, customised desires
boldly solely metamorphosising comedies to tragedies
swallowing additives, not even knowing the reason why
Slip outside that horrible house being a cubicle box
some just fry all covered in pride, feeding hardknocks
Sincerely I can see you more clearly if you abandon locks
reality gets eary if you´re a charity while landin´on rocks
I think you´re clever enough to reveal what people think inside
There is no time anymore to worship any tangeable things
take a bold adventurous ride and set aside the fear you hide
and welcome the rejuvenation of the comotion spreading world wide
and down on my lakeside
Once, twice, thrice, It ain´t a surprise that I came to
take off your main disguise to open your inner eyes and make them
harmonize and animalise no matter the size get rid of the lies and
tantalize inside of a galaxy boldly mingling gently
And when the sun arise we know what´s truly ment to be
What it is ain´nt neccessarily what it was
Every question don´t neccessarily answer because
In this endevour til infinity slaves squander
while my universe is taking the shape of a newborn child

I´m driving by slowly over your fiery shallow waters
It´s probably unholy, I keep on crossing boarders
I´m riding high slowly through your robo-headquarters
Breeding slaves solely, I know who´s taking the order

Imagination today is a terrain of aligned struggle
the fabrication you played garnish your brain inside a bubble
my aberration´s delayed cause of the planetary hubble
not the telescope, but the lack of emotions & staying out of trouble
I could call myself Gruber while becoming a youth ruber
making alot of wrong maneuvers ending up dying in an Uber
But in this particular day in age I try avoiding cages
and rushing herds mainly enslaved by rage, flapping pages
of the hollow kind, catering shine to blown stages
My life is based on a true story happening simultaneously
a trail divided in two parts, a young and old variety
Swirling apocalyptic edible daily news
entering twirling the way it´s supposed to be demanding wiews
So hey derranged kids, do you not like violence anymore?
leaving deserted islands full of non-spiritual gore
and leftovers for the sober not even knowing it´s out of anxiety
I´m the lesser of two evils and the greater of two joys
playing Evil Knievel on a useless wooden toy
griinding and flippin´ and sliding slowly like it´s ment to be
my words alingn a bolder youth for the next century

I´m driving by slowly over your fiery shallow waters
It´s probably unholy, I keep on crossing boarders
I´m riding high slowly through your robo-headquarters
Breeding slaves solely, I know who´s taking the order