I'm goin' to tell you the story of an odd guy He's tall, skinny and he has tired eyes He looks like a person who wants to die He just can't sleep for a long time First of all, the walls of his flat are brittle He's wantin' to find a better dreams hall He's feelin' like a creepy walker in a mall He's sellin' his soul, bottle after bottle The lonely boy is highly insomniac In spite of alcohol, he can't forget this fact His health is bein' broken by the routine By the same "cash rules everything around him" He usually takes a shower, some beers and whisky But tonight, no booze. The fridge is empty He decides and chooses pharmacy bag Then gladly picks up pills and chloroform flask He needs to talk to somebody about his doubt No one answers the phone, so he goes to the city centre To snake like a shadow of Jack The Ripper Tomorrow, there won't be a replay. That's a black out Nowhere to fall asleep (x2) No one to speak (x2) He's lost in the frost with a small respiration What's the cost of rest and redemption? His quest is to lie down, quickly While his chest hurts him, deeply He's used, not amused by this mission He tries to get the best solution, because No remedy. The rude dude moves on abusive ways Who cares? Nobody seems to be awake The memory is elusive, always selective When you're solitary, there's no mistake He's aggresive but unable to fight Is it a dark day or a clear night? He's like a somnanbulist who's askin': "What's the fright?" Who's tryin' to catch the psychedelic lights Is he in the right district? Where's the pub? No one to speak. No one to kiss. No one to hug In view of this slug is enslaved by the bereavement The new target is to slide on the pavement Under a rain of tears. What a paranoid life Even the hobos avoid him, as all the wives His brain gears follow the most insane vices And he incises a Britney Spears' neck with a knife So we can hypothesize that he disappears in the mist What's your mind? Who's blind? Is this realistic? Is he in bed? Is the wind shreddin' his lips? The intellect helps to respect the risk Nowhere to fall asleep (x2) No one to speak (x2) Hey yo I'm lost in the frost with a small respiration What's the cost of rest and redemption? My quest is to lie down, quickly While my chest hurts me, deeply I'm used, not amused by this mission I try to get the best solution, because Nowhere to fall asleep...

Breakin' my voice, anyways. I made this choice, yesterday Things to see, nothing to say. Defecatin' on the bling like a jay No escape, from north to south when my mouth contaminates houses Black coffee and cigarettes, I don't really need to (take some rest!) I smoke Craven A for my breath and choke the Kraken with my sex Yo check those jokes on the desk. I wrote 'em, probably after my death I don't remember, what's the problem? I am Tom Bombadil, Feukaz is Gollum You scream for the ill stream, whatever! We prefer shout louder Annoying sound, filthy accent! That's my toy! That's my toy! Yellin' in the underground! That's my boy! That's my boy! I don't wanna crown a president! That's my joy! That's my joy! Enjoy the smell of hound! Smell of hound, smell of... You know I'll be rappin' till the end of the night. Bring poisonous rhymin' in this illegal fight My big thick flow makes your girl's pussy feels tight. Everyone I know has chosen my sight When it's rainin', no problem, while drinkin'. How else would I do? Thought you would knew Even when I chew a clit, I blow a beat! Doin' it in public, bad habit! (Should maybe stop it) They call me rappin' hobbit not because of my size, but because I can fit in anything with my rhymes Fit the beat in the box, see where this is goin'. Ends up with beat box from those rap addicts (We're feelin' like fireflies...) C.H. team under the lights (Butterfly effect into the wild!) Dreamin' in a sleepless flight Annoying sound, filthy accent! That's my toy! That's my toy! Yellin' in the underground! That's my boy! That's my boy! I don't wanna crown a president! That's my joy! That's my joy! Enjoy the smell of hound! Smell of hound, smell of... Fuck the cocaine! We've got the music and fix this with homemade tricks Create us a fat beat, mate! Then pass the ax, we assassinate it The wind ain't cold, so we unfold the wings light like a butterfly Golden lift-off! But it's better when we bring also gladiator style We always told you boys, our energy's seldom sold out (sold out) Listen to these crazy noises who are cloutin' drunken louts Hey my people, he has a question: (Could you give me some beverage?) Squeeze out spittle from the microphone! ("Slurp!" We go on the rampage) Robust repetition, transpiration trickles. Don't be outraged Trust us, no lust. We just adore to make circles on the stage Jump on the floor, especially if it's dusty, man we're sweatin' We wanna see flyin' particles, they're gonna land on your wet skin Annoying sound, filthy accent! That's my toy! That's my toy! Yellin' in the underground! That's my boy! That's my boy! I don't wanna crown a president! That's my joy! That's my joy! Enjoy the smell of hound! Smell of hound, smell of Cosmic Hill Annoying sound, filthy accent! That's my toy! That's my toy! Yellin' in the underground! That's my boy! That's my boy! I don't wanna crown a president! That's my joy! That's my joy! Enjoy the smell of hound! Smell of hound, smell of...

Once upon a time, there was a youg man Who was livin' close by a Japanese town He woke up on monday mornin' without surprise Outside, the sun was beginnin' to rise He was havin' an ordinary life, peaceful like the dove A beautiful wife, full of love Heart for whole humanity, not only for hard workers He was humbly bein' helpful with others To start this day, he needed a good breakfast Green tea, rice, omelette and lettuce Plus, he ate a Siberia cake cooked by his sister Then he had to go away to labour Japan's tragedy (x2) What kind of mystery? Japan's tragedy (x2) Don't outshine the fatality Birds were singin' and he walked on the rhythm Accordin' to all existences, practicin' Shintoism His sentiments were bein' clean and benevolent However, between governments of belligerents He remembered his family and happy memories Like their last journey to the mount Fuji Warlike countries were bein' lead by goons Suddenly... blast and nuclear mushroom

I love the way you swing When you're singing I say it once more if you wanna sing with me So open your door, we're gonna break free I love the way you swing When you're singing I love the way you swing When you're singing When you look at me, I read a page from a book Who's teaching to combine seeds and brooks Age after age. Do you agree to climb the tree? By hook or by crook, we will be Organic forces grow the tree of life Throw the dice, blow the strife. Henceforth I'll be more than your wife. (More than my wife) You'll be more than my man. (More than your man) The first time you took my hand I clearly saw our master plan You put my mind into a fresh river We understood that we won't be blind together Underwater like a fish, against the stream Smarter than a fisher, it's a good plain team We easily swim to the fountain And maintain clean feelings for the mountain Maintain for the mountain... For the mountain... For the mountain Is it a daydream? No matter the answer, no sorrow I ain't king, I ain't queen We're playing wherever we go Is it a daydream? (Is it a daydream?) This game reminds us, we gotta sing I ain't king, I ain't queen We're staying the same behind the scenes I ain't mad about you Show me that it's true I'm glad to be sane about you We really know what to do Long live the fresh river We follow clean feelings And we know each other Against the stream For the mountain Is it a daydream? (Is it a daydream?) No matter the answer, no sorrow I ain't king, I ain't queen We're playing wherever we go