I fell too soon from a hot-air balloon
Dnd I don't know what it teaches
It's the moment of my weakness

I've had enough of your sermonized speeches
It's the food that I wanted


Out on the evening
6 months ahead
With styrofoam deepness

Of a medicine ball

A trappist monk

Shares his spritual secrets
Cornered the market on her English
El Diablo put syringes on the beaches

Sucked the juice out of its sweetness

Out on the evening

6 months ahead
With styrofoam deepness
Of a medicine ball