That exciting human land really suits you well.
Hey,I check how other people act,then correct my step.
This kind of common rhythm is all for the sake of money,
living,vanity,and honor.
My stomach is boogie woogie-ing,splashing my syrup all over.
In my head is a growing sense of the world.
Baby,Im taken with you guys.
That dumb face suits you in this messed-up monster land.
It's really the end of the world,and he is the symbol of it.
Culture's rot is sucked out as flies buzz,
the maggots appear,and he farts,at the mandala.
You are soggy with your splashy,plump instincts.
A sense of the universe solidifies in my head.
Baby,Im impressed by you all.
You mustn't do that. If you do,there's no saving you.
You mustn't do that. If you do,there's no saving you.
No saving you.
No saving you.
No saving you.
No saving you.
No saving you.
No saving you.
No saving you.
No saving you.There's no saving you.