Perfect Time

Get it back to the start
and stop to worry
Fire it up today
No more waiting in vain
for the flame just light it
to ease the pain
Feel the high of the sky
and fly fly fly fly
High
Forget about it
Hey you

You need a perfect time
On the line
Perfect time
(Yeah you, check it! ugh!)
Perfect time
On the line
Perfect time
(Yeah you!)

Take a row, let it go
gotta find where to flow
on a perfect time
On the line
Play your mind to the groove
And all get down
so come on fool around
Feel the high of the sky
and fly fly fly fly
Fly
Forget about it
Hey you

You need a perfect time
On the line
Perfect time
(Yeah you, check it! ugh!)
Perfect time
On the line
Perfect time
(Yeah you!)

free yourself you have to start
set up

Perfect time
On the line
Perfect time
(Yeah you, check it! ugh!)
Perfect time
On the line
Perfect time
(Yeah you, check it! ugh!)

The Drunkie Philosophy

The drunkie said some philosophy comes from his mouth. Nope, that`s not right. No matter his voice seems so convince and trustful or his words sounds very innocent and make sense, he`s a liar. Well, maybe I was wrong about it. I love his sensitive hearing when he`s on drugs. But it doesn`t impress me much. He`s very smart to handle the situation or to make a nice conversation. That doesn`t impress me either. He is a good fucking writer, got a cool musical work too. Still doesn`t impress me thoo. But talking about I`m desperate and crying, I totally agree with him. He`s right. And he`s right again for one more thing. He said that he`s crazy. He is crazy. Now, he`s fucked up anyway. What a big surprise. Maybe he`s happy has me as his slave when he`s high. He always be the winner and put me into uncomfortable things.
It`s his turn to have those problems now. The drugs made him change. I know what`s going on. The day where he tried to stop using it, he hurt him self, cut his wrist with cutter every time, to take the pain away. It doesn`t work for him. He`s down and confuse. He told me that he can`t stop using it. I can`t help him. I don’t want to fall deep with him. I guess he has to find another problem solver to handle his drug problem cuz he`s still addicted. I will always be there for him. I don`t care if people spit on us gay. Ha??? hsuahsuhaushuahushuahsuahuhsuahsuaa

Hang on, my friend. Fuck drugs!!! Sayz hell to Gunja Paradis!!! You`ll be OK…
And don`t forget to not zhakazha!!!

Rememberal

I finally spoke to them with my shape as theirs. It’s very easy to read their mind.
I made 10 rememberall to about what we should do:
- Hide our ship, make it invisible to them
- Act like them, be them
- Do not show our shape to them
- Do not fly above them when they are around
- Do not moult your feathers. I you moult it, destroy it right away
- We can spoke to the animals
- Do not tell them what we are
- Do not kill them if you are not threatened
- Do not make them distrust
- Remain to allert

STUPID REMEMBERALL!

We’re not stupid. If they know something about us or see the something that they shouldn't see, we could vanish their memory easily. As we vanish the on files or datas saved in our wide space. With the note, have you the ability such as those which I intend here? If you’re not, means that the rememberall will hold good to you, so you should do it

Step Out

I always make the fake about you
I wish I can get thru
I know that you would never find me
Cuz this world is to wide to play

Don't you see the things above you?
(Watch above you!)
Look at the sky and see around you
(Don't you know?!)
The stars would leading me to you
(Even though you never know!)
I'll step out from my place, right away
To get through...
You!

I know I'm far away from you, boy
There's no way to meet you
Besides, you don't even know me
I can't imagine have a soulmate

Don't you see the things above you?
(Watch above you!)
Look at the sky and see around you
(Don't you know!)
The stars would leading me to you
(Even though you never know!)
I'll step out from my place, right away

You!
Get through you!
You!
Through you!
You!
To get through you!
You!
Get through you!

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I`m still getting ready to move, to a new place. And the new place would be sucks??? I don`t know. But I have checked, my room would be smaller, and there`s no more space to put all my things for sure. There are babies and ill someone (I won`t be play music as loud as I want, that sucks!!!). And there are something on my mind :
- Do I still have the spirit to write any new music?
- Can I go party at night and go home with open door? (cuz I know they regularly close the door at 1 am).
- Can I suck cannabis in my room?
- Can I... * think * fuck!!!

Today I stole money from someone, 1 million...
And, well, I`m so so so sorry. I really need money to pay my debts, so I stole.
Sorry... Life is fucking amazing!!! Whoaaaahsuahsuhaushuahsuhuahsuhaushuahsua