Текст песни Ultrafied Nonsense - Miracle Johan

Ultrafied nonsense
Haywire bliss

The premise of story i e plot
By this day and age is to ask little of ourselves
As if something should happen when we read words
Where is the plot some readers will ask
And I from behind a singular wish perched perfectly poised as if to speak
I speak for it
I am a mere medium
I shall grin angelically and reassure you in no words
That there is very distinctly a plot
An action a course of events that happen in and of themselves
Breathing is only to remind you you are alive

For as a novelist
You can watch a cat breathe while it is napping
Rolling its fur over and over and over
Until it is nothing short of an amazing ocean of softness and texture
And lines going nowhere
And or yet leading your eye around quite beautifully
Like this was all meant to be
But that is not going to be the whole story and
Even I know that

I could hang by a thread
A smiling fool dancing among the dead
And as lightly as I tread
I have got brains in my head like you
I wave my flags in the sky
In the air where the energy sighs
And continuously I see
The formation of why

I spy you out the corner of my eye
On the clouds where I lie on my off days
And I am crushed by how soft
Some syllables loft
In the wavering shafts of light called unsound

Unsound
Unsound
Unsound
Unsound