Like dancing yellow parasites in joys,
Looping around obstacles made of toys,
Restraining their smile, their worthless defeat,
In crushed pale red, they sleep and retreat.
Restrain your lethargic soul,
One day at a time,
Live the fatigued Replicas,
And fake your Rhythm divine.
Like worthless, Like Kitch,
Heaven has no dirt,
Indulge in your filth,
Your liabilities hurt.
Destructive and toxic, we are all one,
We are meek and obedient, watch our falling Sun,
In pale yellow, Ornament your Canvas with hues,
And in large hills, watch the painful blues,
and dry your daffodils,
wither your flowers away,
For the loop of human parasites is here to stay.