Thing Is

Order received:
Holy Truth must be
Infra-violet and ultra-red,
And pantranslatably said.
Raffiniert aber boshaft nicht.

I don’t know what to say to my tongue.
Eye-donor warder Sodom Mao Zedong.
I don’t know what to say to my tongue.
I don’t know what to say to my song.

Tear the violence in half.
Chubbuck Chubbuck.
Made in China with the dollar rain down.
Gentle Ben Gentle Ben Gentle Ben.
The dream woke up
And it was all a person.
Yeah, it was all:

I don’t know what to say to my tongue.
I don’t know what to say to my song.
Hide Ono water sate might hung.
I don’t know what to say to my song

Except:
Caro Maestro, we’ll get fucked up together!
Caro Maestro, we’ll fuck things up together!

All those unseen moons in the dark:
They stabbed and bobbed over my sleeping.
A dorsal fin’s not only frightening
When it’s attached to a shark.

I don’t know what to say to my tongue.
I don’t know what to say to my tongue.
I don’t know what to say to my tongue.
I don’t know what to say to my tongue.
I don’t know what to say to my tongue.
High dough no war terse aid demise owe-all.

Accept:
Caro Maestro, we’ll get fucked up together!
Caro Maestro, we’ll fuck things up together!