Tapirsupper

Strange things are happening round here
When I'm asleep
Crossing the line, loosing gravity,
Floating above man taught sanity

Hesitating is no more, flood of
Comprehension breaking down
Eruptions in my inner heart,
Turning colours into sound

Feel me now

I have a real confession to make
Now as bad Mr. Nightmare stopped slating me
I never thought I was save
But now I watch Tapirsupper ---

Relieving saturation persists
Within fulfilling emptiness I exist
Let me be a name on the white list
Cause Tapir had my grief for supper

Strange folk arises within me
When I recline
Gibberish decomposes the bottom line
Thousands of gods fighting at one time

And as my rest seems to weaken me
Instead of being bracing,
Some dinky snout absorbs the ill breed
And leaves nothing but one thing:

Clarity ---

I have a real confession to make
Now as bad Mr. Nightmare stopped slating me
I never thought I was save
But now I watch Tapirsupper...