Is this the authentic existence?
Is this now flight of the imagination?
Immovable in a avalanche,
No getaway since authenticity
Unfasten your vision, gaze up to the blue thing up there and distinguish,
I'm just a underprivileged youngster, I require no compassion,
Since I'm simple move toward, trouble-free leave, petite far above the ground, slight stumpy,
Any way the airstream fellates doesn't actually make an issue to me, to me
Dad’s wife just murdered a bloke,
Put a firearm next to his cranium, pulled my activation switch, now he's deceased
Mum, existence had just started,
But now I've disappeared and disposed of it
Grandma’s daughter, ooh, Didn't imply to construct you to blubber,
If I'm not returned again this moment the day after today,
Bear on, transmit on as if zilch really means anything
Too delayed, my point has appeared,
Delivers shudders down my vertebrae, corpse is throbbing all the time
farewell, ev'rybody, I've got to go,
Gotta depart you all at the rear and visage the genuineness
Mama, ooh, I don't want to expire,
I occasionally hope I'd in no way been born at all
I see a modest profile of a chap,
Scare a moushatche, Scare a moushtache, will you do the dance
Terrible weather, very, very upsetting me
(Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro
Outstanding I'm just a meager lad and not a soul finds me irresistible
He's just a pitiable child from reduced relatives,
Auxiliary him his existence from this mess
simple come, straightforward go, will you let me go
Bismillah! We forbid you to leave
(Ah go on!) Bismillah! Not on your nelly
(Go on, go on!) Bismillah! He ain’t going nowhere
(Go on, go on, go on,) Never gonna be allowed to leave
(I want to leave) You are staying (really, can I go?) Ah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
I’m telling mum
The red horned dude put out-of-the-way for me, for me, for me
So you feel you can rock me and discharge in my eyeball
So you consider you can be devoted to me and abscond me to give up the ghost
Oh, infant, can't do this to me, newborn,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get precisely outta here
I don’t give a rat’s, Anyone can distinguish,
Absolutely bugger-all I care about
Not a God-damn thing
Any way the blustery weather wafts...