A song longing to recall sirens to their stars
Watching the sands till the end of the scene
And dropping like a bottom line
King Gong settle on the rampage of ego to sidestep the streams of mania,
the seams of ditto
In Hong Kong they sell cats from Australia
Typhoons come and go like Chinese tycoons on the surf
The first night enticed of dreamless sleep remind us that the last hasn't been slept yet
Orientation rotated by the temptative illusion of making a point
A gap in the chain of lives
It's a visual overdose
A cornubation of intercourses looked upon by the sprawl's resistance of refuse
A predicate for issue
Watching the sands till the end of the scene
And dropping like a bottom line
King Gong settle on the rampage of ego to sidestep the streams of mania,
the seams of ditto
In Hong Kong they sell cats from Australia
Typhoons come and go like Chinese tycoons on the surf
The first night enticed of dreamless sleep remind us that the last hasn't been slept yet
Orientation rotated by the temptative illusion of making a point
A gap in the chain of lives
It's a visual overdose
A cornubation of intercourses looked upon by the sprawl's resistance of refuse
A predicate for issue
