Chipped Zoo on the Wall Wastes in the Sky

Valid squalid mirror, pure fools pule

Pure kid's cutting off his pinky
He strikes it, clang-clang with dried up sounds
Let's put it into the burning dryer
Clean it up, clean it up, for my layer

50,000 dreams in the sky
Risky hunters are under the ground
I painted chipped zoo on the cracked wall
What do I missing?

Some kind of creatures, I guess
Closer, smoother, I paint it black
True cells, neat well
The wall is suddenly broken down

Cracked penguin flying around
Next to two-leg-turtle hiding out
Next to split-tail-monkey laughing out
Next to fat big elephant bleeding his nose

I'm just watching this happened
Like I'm watching TV screen
This lovely, lovely terror

Like a rubber, like a bomber
Like a slicer, like a ladder reach to heaven
Smaller fear in Spider tear
Flashing back to the childhood to be hidden
I fill up the air with my wasted vision

It's stopped…
Ask me like…
"What about the moon?!"
Am I howling?

Hear my story…
That you don't get, that you don't have
That you don't set, that you don't let
That you don't want, that you don't see
That you don't say, that you don't care

Plenty of plots waiting for quest with starving midgets
Spacey kid has no phobic clock with no hands
Easy flee, easy bullet, easy plea
No repairman will come
Now they fill up the sky
No place is left around, except my own
No repairman will come
50,000 dreams in the sky
Risky hunters are under the ground
I painted chipped…