They know about what they have thought in mind
Insatiable desire, and unreal imagination,
Quick treble bells begin at nine o'clock,
The tumor on my head begs me for those red ones….
Upon a broken tree,
But I do not know why I love you
Let her finish her dance.
o my god,
I hate the crazy world Im living in called my life
To enlighten many more minds san sorrow.
They know about what they have thought in mind
Insatiable desire, and unreal imagination,
Quick treble bells begin at nine o'clock,
The tumor on my head begs me for those red ones….
Upon a broken tree,
But I do not know why I love you
Let her finish her dance.
o my god,
I hate the crazy world Im living in called my life
To enlighten many more minds san sorrow.