Jiggle-Gaggle! Wiggle-Waggle! A Single Bat Crocks Up In Jungle!
Eerie! There is a truth in loneliness – oh lone witched craft practicer!
Bells tinkle no more in my holy shed, oh, my god! I’m fed;
Loneliness wrestles in my head oh, my god I’m dead in bed.
I bet I've lived for 1 million years, oh, my lord! I’m a bluebird;
I felt like crying but nothing came out – oh my god! I’m the weird.
Jiggle-gaggle! Wiggle-waggle! A single bat crocks up in Jungle.
Ugh! There is a truth in loneliness – oh, lone thaumaturge practicer!
Loneliness is an island in the cornered by a sea of men:
It’s a state of feeling moving away from others yet longing for others;
No emotions, no sentiments, no love, no amigos but a river of egos;