Lies an island

So evil, so decrepit

Fifteen to the end

 

Worthless feet carry us not

Through the island's jungles

Relationships draining, distraught

Life's death six in number

 

Steadfast hearts and strong wills

These alone can face those terrible eyes

Save your soul from the sea floor botton

Hats off to five, don't follow the lies

 

Victory over trials and tribulations

27 alone will win

It takes your breath away

And lets evil in

 

Collapsing under life's pressure

Earthquakes shake the mountain roots

Walking through pools of indigo ink

Acceptance knows whatever suits

 

Upon the protruding troubles sat

Two and a half day's hours

Cars pass backwards glance sweaty brow

Above your head the apogee towers

 

Whitman waltz along the beach

Rings without fingers dance along

Freakish nose alone can teach

Will sing the song, your thoughts are wrong

 

She thinks along with troubled thoughts

She rips your soul to tiny bits

Deception discernable without a cause

She drags you down with her grip

 

Twilight ends the moon is full

Beside the radiant Quantum lights

Hair seals door, flippant river

Re-inflate my soul tonight

 

Wait for him to get back

Now she has you in her jaws

There's no way out, no escape

Constantly fighting tooth and claw

 

Breaking ritual eating habits

Never forget the way things are

Ten thirty is the ending hour

Grass stains green from afar

 

Trumpets sound laughter breaks

Life's return from tragic trees

Heavy winds break my back

Stop beating heart holes in pants

 

Pseudo quasi partially flashing

Legs grow weary and fall down

Rambling seafood underwater

She forgets sorrows drown

 

Slap explosion chemical reaction

Pointless stories shoelace knots

Motors speeding internal combustion

Life thrown around iron unwrought

 

Fairies dancing in the streets

Angels cry photographs bleed

Coucging uncontrollably drop in sewer

Watch your hands, eyes take heed

 

Long arms stretching to the sky

Wnds curve backwards don't know why

The arms are fifteen causing you despair

Bad talent flying from nowhere

The game goes on it never ends

Liquid mirrors reflect the life that bends

The Arms shouldn't be fifteen

Most of the talent goes unseen

 

Inebriated with fear

Don't feed the octopus anymore beer