Illogical Brainstorm

Trespasser ant, slides in a bubble shade.
Such a wonderful guitar I came to play.
Coffee attempts, brown adjectiveness.
Thru any of this, that colours I blame.

I have the right to judge you! Hahah...
And the will to crush those fucking ants.
Trespasser sins, get into some kind of revealing.
Even though, some kind of conspiracy is always there.

There's a man with an axe in his hands,
and while his wife collects the remaining clothes,
he aims to the already cut off tree and fires on.
I always thought nonsense as a way of life,
but there's something strange about your feelings.
Guess we'll have to fix these little details:
they are running outta the fire range...

Hey! Green river! I see little waves.
For it is your dream to become a lake.
And the lake's nightmare of drying
- before it turns into an ocean.
Need not the help of the Sun, the Oceans.
But they aren't that weak masses of nothing anymore.
Where some disagreed world chose to turn into a something.
And the river costs the lakes a movement.
And the lands are all full of gore.
No time for trying an underestimating force,
we're already gone.

And this, and some of that, boom, lady!
It's ready!
Get your stuff, waitress! We're moving to the sea!
It won't be long before it fulfills the universe.
Our universe - mother earth.
She laughs at us while we lose the wing.
Roger that. I guess it's goodbye.
So long I hear the old grandma calling me.

Stomach, stomach.
Needed to a good sleepy night.
And I'll push the wall in an inner-tight,
self-confident way.
So that I don't need to pass the red cheeks feeling
of unnacomplishing the unnatural play.

Yeah, it doesn't make any sense.
I'm funny. And you're horny.
As long as you're tired of your eyes.
As long as you're working your goodbyes.