It's only a very sensible subject!
My connexions are extrasensorial!
Look up there's an unknown flying object!
Something in me is exprimental!
Waiting for it's secondery effect!
My planet shows like a mirrorball!
Many of my faces look suspect!
I'm not getting any better!
Never listen to my doctor!
Has to be a secret garden!
Has to be a blinding sun!
Has to be sins on the run!
Has to be a smoking gun!
Sometimes I forget the warnings
cos I'm a simple man!
A part of the elementaly particule!
I'm stardust on the soul's reflect!
I don't remember there's a wall!
Has to be god and his prophet!
Didn't land from my last fall!
Woke up sitting on a comet!
My fears don't need a symbol!
I'm conjugated in pure imperfect!
I'm not getting any better!
Never listen to my doctor!
Has to be a secret garden!
Has to be a blinding sun!
Has to be sins on the run!
Has to be a smoking gun!
Sometimes I forget the warnings
cos I'm a simple man!
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