Human beings, zipped up at the seams, pushed together creating facelessness…
Bumped inside, one huge bit, tryin to find a place to sit,
Twisting and turning the face is yearning I tend to feed.
I’d like ….. lifeless leaf, everlasting taste (of me),
Chew me up and spit me out rubbish floats in the street.
Once again I sit on the numbers, bones, body, blood, smoke,
Who is that I feel?
Music is the place of home…
Look what a beautiful world
Wacking with the time arrive-to be hope…Unifiying inside up the inner soul…
Ripped out at the heart, covered on a place.
Rayman wake up…But it’s much too late…
Peel at the lair’s unzip your sins… Crawl out of truggles… And be unseened.
