OH dangerous sleep, your my isolated movie,
i tinker with tornados, focus on hurt, run in the
rain, then eat grass for dinner, then more for
desert, i blow away the clouds, teach cats to
talk, watch dogs jump in the water, then cut
down some trees, to build their very own
dog house, ....
oh dangerous sleep, your my isolated movie,
each word has a picture of something going
wild, or insane, the day is night, the night is
day, my feet dont work, so i become a bird,
and fly into the cold wind, my laughter kicks,
my sadness explodes, and i can see the blood,
spilling into the broken ground.
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dREAMS, dreAms, DReAMS, dReAmS>^>^>^