your perfume dares to be flammable inside a pyro zone.
will get reduced to syrup, will melt like styrofoam;
'cause it's so used to redness, ashes are too clean,
I'd rather see kerosene burn polystyrene.
don't stop the flowin', like gas in the 3rd world,
where it keeps goin', kickass pump; where it's worth.
(except in here, where asses jump an' run on empty!)
so keep the fire burnin', but hold its temp steady,
an' get the fuckin' nozzle on your firehoses ready;
forget this air-lackin' road, long an' unfold,
I'ma let it fuckin' explode the next crossroad.
I see new colors, they are all mashed up.
I see ill flowers that are petallin' down.
pure blackandwhiteness without a make up,
although it's harmless, it brings me down.
(can you even feel the up an' down?)
[do you ever think without a frown?]
your feet are steppin' firmly on a broken glass path,
they're bleedin' fastly but blindly you're pushin' ahead,
you're loookin' dizzy an' wheezily your teeth gnash,
I'm thinkin' "Jesus, how silly! you'll never beat that!"
but even after you fall into the shatter'd glass,
(bruises an' scratches an' deep cuts, bloody mess!)
you get right back up an' keep thinkin' you can pass;
it seems not even a junk heap, throat-slittin' glass
can get you rattled or off beat, there's no distress.
so keep those feet goin', sink, freak! drain out!
an' when there's no red in you, don't creep about!
I see lost redness, bleeders all over town.
I see just madness, sleepers festerin' on.
huge forginessless spread inside this town.
its colorlessness will keep a-buildin' up.
(did you realize how much it changed?)
[can you sympathize an' not complain?]
an' now you're trapped inside the chamber of the Gods,
a place cloud-capped, so wide, gravity's hammer nods.
an' it's so scrapped, so white; an' time goes by slowly.
it seems a second has passed, but you have hair growin'!
you look around an' you guess: "I think I'm all alone!"
("although I have no guest, at least the noise's gone!")
but now it's time to fill my chest an' get this shit goin',
work on my pride, hard on my craft an' get the ki flowin',
'cause if the effort is enough I could get to transformate,
an' with the echoes of my voice I would yell an open gate,
then use my super saiyan poise to give 'em hell again...
I've seen a vast place with nothin' around.
I've seen a fast-paced decay goin' down.
such emptiness it feels like a ghost town,
no colorfulness, it seems so distant now...
(can somebody please just make a sound?)
[is that really all you could have found?]
