Strange things are happening round here
When I'm asleep
Crossing the line, loosing gravity,

Floating above man taught sanity

Hesitating is no more, flood of

Comprehension breaking down
Eruptions in my inner heart,
Turning colours into sound


Feel me now


I have a real confession to make
Now as bad Mr. Nightmare stopped slating me
I never thought I was save

But now I watch Tapirsupper

Relieving saturation persists

Within fulfilling emptiness I exist
Let me be a name on the white list
Cause Tapir had my grief for supper


Strange folk arises within me
When I recline

Gibberish decomposes the bottom line
Thousands of gods fighting at one time


And as my rest seems to weaken me
Instead of being bracing,
Some @#$%y snout absorbs the ill breed

And leaves nothing but one thing:




Clarity
I have a real confession to make

Now as bad Mr. Nightmare stopped slating me
I never thought I was save
But now I watch Tapirsupper


Relieving saturation persists
Within fulfilling emptiness I exist

Let me be a name on the white list
Cause Tapir had my grief for supper


I have a real confession to make
Now as bad Mr. Nightmare stopped slating me
I never thought I was save

But now I watch Tapirsupper

Relieving saturation persists

Within fulfilling emptiness I exist
Let me be a name on the white list
Cause Tapir had my grief for supper