I Am the Eyer Reverie

and other songs.
it saw me reeling off the most delightful rebellion a way away. It gritted in the winds, melancholi ad infinitum eclorep. It had the main servant made out to eye I.....it got hour basses clinched to a savoury excuse for a sweeeeet killer score in riffs and guitars. Harps? In a rock arena like thyst nothin to lose. In the eye strategical there wedded he the renonceur. Counting out the strips on the brains, Helene. in the instant at which the roaft exitted the blue road. Kick! In the head, Helene, the card is out and in Cyntiac the rhyme is loud for another world, eye in the lean me anti hurts offf her, workers. in a theatrical manner, the moon. There they were tassed monachial, theatrical at loss for us....Barth, please, kiss another week at the speed the book woven rolling one after another fruity loops and sweets for you. There. Kiss! Bare Helene rafted. There, I, kisser by the hour glasses a viloine, may.......I, guested rock soild as the heroin' s main ascript. The stoners rhyme night. In the sun a friend for us. On a cover of green and lily, vanilly sweet pansy under the feet of me, bribe or bow, Helen. Barth, please help the breeze. Theatrically the 45 000 clappy clapping out of my head. Stick, kick the building. Height? Matra and Santana, no, I even row to Lithuanya at bowing or sounding unique, dear freak. Barth, you must be sillying. Make my bed, Helen, I swing under the cover at the direct guidance on the window open out of the field the rock chaos hunted from the sunlit evening, at dusk, therefore, i adore, in the middle of the night, on a mountain top with a spade and my broom a half made litteracyyyy. Uniquelly masters hide the money, at the silence of the bedroom, Helene. Barth, please, make them scared. tonight is the end. I run away, a way there the empty shed. B6. red. Picatrix city. The north, mare, a way there the stage open back to front, Liz. i won a fire delight the delight on a an oathe empty to be - I am not the eye, any more, harpis and vilists at the gate of a mosque even I'd bow for a fool like ya! Bland blinking, line, loming, Herve or Beatrix for shit like thiiis? A way, a red dragon, an eggg sheel, Moog Nogg, Mylene Farmer in the audience, drunk on decadence. I am the band, please sing for me. I am the band please believe in me. I am the band real me to your stage for free. I won! I got nothing for IT ! Pleeeeeeeeaaaaazzzze!