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 alive 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?   sh-----------...)   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'll come   Now they fill up the sky   No place is left around   except my own   No repairman'll come      50,000 dreams in the sky   Risky hunters are under the ground   I painted chipped............