On my cherry-go-round, I will fuck your little sister With her snow-white wings in my bottomless blue Rocket-sifting through the place in which flowers should be She is a monster, and I am a glider
Imaginetic dianetic, modern make-believe From fear of being make believe To never-ending plague Everybody here will always disappear Wih the so many lies, in so little time Master of deception
Dear spirit, I'm from France And i'm a fucking queen I'm so panda strong But I think horses are okay as well I'm laser guided by God And women with perms like Jesus But I think the devil isn't red