He would open up another parachute.
That would unfold as another life.
That would open up for some passionate views.
That would give birth to some private life.
He only needed to pull the cord and it all would appear.
As a slow fantasy full of boredom and consuming him.
The last thing I will do, is to spend it with you.
You want to turn me into an ideal silly add.
For the fun of living like big consumer.
With consumer Power House Power.
A life tinned like food in a can.
Making up all words.
Turning left and right.
Building up all lies,
Calling all big names.
Mopping up those empty words,
Mopping up those broken lies.
Back into your blood,
Back into your veins.
Back into your nerves,
Back into your brains.
Back into your eyes,
Back into your gaze.
For people, they will notice,
You're crazy as a Loon
Making up all words.
Turning left and right.
Building up all lies,
Calling all big names.
Mopping up those empty words,
Mopping up those broken lies.