Windnbreeze, the god of bliss
Nothing really happens when you hold on to the wind
Standing by the clock, grooming time, picking ticks
My phenotype type is no longer bioluminous
And I must buy luminous
Objective to soak myself and objects into fluids
If nothing really happens, it was something I was trapped in
Nothing really happens when you hold onto the wind
Standing by the clock, grooming time, picking ticks
My phenotype type is no longer bioluminous
And I must buy luminous
Objective to soak myself and objects into fluids
If nothing really happens, it was something I was trapped in, I was trapped in, I was trapped in…
I browse at palms before palms cover eyebrows
And get in tune with the echo-like high sounds created by my forearms
Yo, I've got four arms, and [a boat attaches to] stomach
And I plummet into tumultuous dizziness, soon to be dysrhythmia
Falling into a quick nostalgia, [water bowelers from a] shallow murmur
Bo, wind-up figurine, big [trollers] and Victorian addicts
I never settle for sleep, I just vindicate kettles for tea
Some of ‘em like [Carmen] and cinnamon
But are like sipping the sediments and residue
After taking apart synonyms
In the dark is where you're living in
And it starts with the listener, the message is that the [logs] be delivered on a whim
Eyes fixed, I watched you hollow him and follow him
And the Mignonette Circles through atmospheric friction [trebling]
You're obligated to take this oblique twist to test if you're smart enough for oblivion
Considering lost to a wander man
Like a sedentary nomad found, heliotrope in hand
Trying to escape the shadows of a really dark and placid labyrinth
You sang silly sarcastic banter [links]
It's a mystery to he, sorta like the way the Pink Panther thinks
In an open-shut episode with an extra globe, bleary gaze gives glance to wink
Even the involuntary twitch was laborious
But your brain isn't robust
There's more grass [isle]
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