what's with these
pink pigeons in my head?
my friend, i demand a refund
i'm running over slow shovels
groveling in the midnight sun's air
we'll pick up different images
when given the chance to look them up
we're folding a new batch of paper ships
upon which you can float back to your homeland
yea bitch, i'll give you a flea witch to de-hitch
i'll infect a project of different proportions
perpendicular to your dark globe
i'm not impressed yet, try another cardiogram
gegasensis, gonna hit you with paralysis
you'd better be here for this; your kidney dialysis