Even when you think
You should be running out from here,
You, blind people, can’t notice
that’s the present who’s the fear.
And in the tv show lurks all time,
the radio is what it needs
to sing above the whole world,
to put in mind some seeds.
It’s: a feeling, it’s a ghost,
a really pain in the toe,
the deepest abyss in the throat
of the noise.
When you realize all lost
the Org. has land on you.
They compromise to inquire us,
don’t worry he beat us to.
So now you trying to solve the puzzle,
but don’t even have a seat.
Be aware of the imitation
of the picture on the scene.
It’s: the last page of the book,
the philosophy of the moon,
the uncomfortable position,
cold winter in the room,
the nails against the blackboard,
four headaches in an hour,
the first flame of the wood fire,
the silence in our souls.
It’s: a feeling, it’s a ghost,
a really pain in the toe,
the deepest abyss in the throat
of the noise.
Or D Org.
It’s: a feeling, it’s a ghost,
a really pain in the toe,
the deepest abyss in the throat…
Jelly Demonz 