Sal
I'm kind of fat and I sweat a lot
but that the only bad quirky dinks I got
that and maybe the whole murdering aspect
but we really ain't even got to that yet
I love people, I love everything about them
and that's why I gotta live life without them
I know it don't make any since to you but fuck you
this songs about me exclusively
murder, murderous, murderation
the murdering mentality without an explanation
I'm Mr. Happy and I ride a bike
I ain't got a seat I just sit on the pipe thing
I whistle, I sing, ill pet your poodle
ill twist and squeeze your neck
but that the only bad quirky dinks I got
that and maybe the whole murdering aspect
but we really ain't even got to that yet
I love people, I love everything about them
and that's why I gotta live life without them
I know it don't make any since to you but fuck you
this songs about me exclusively
murder, murderous, murderation
the murdering mentality without an explanation
I'm Mr. Happy and I ride a bike
I ain't got a seat I just sit on the pipe thing
I whistle, I sing, ill pet your poodle
ill twist and squeeze your neck
Zenith
Is there something you feel?
Is there something you furtively know?
Under the spell of science,
Can we declare?
Can we allow ourselves to experience?
Can we be open-minded enough?
Won't we fear what we cannot defy?
Do we need to declare?
Break the force of habit!
Why can't you see?
Fear will impede you to break through your trivial life
And find the missing aim to evolve
Is this the frontier, our zenith?
Can we be receptive to our ignorance?
Will or won't we be able to reveal?
Dulled senses and the need for proven theories
Has masked our natural insight in life
And mysteries
Life is discussed and measurable
Every aberration is observed with agony and suspicion
Until it is declared again