Half

The crawlings are coming
Grating the rare youngs
Rebuilding the meal
After you and over me

The sinister is not so heavy
Rolling like a ball on TV
Pretend to be reality in all I see

You are like no one else
Do it right before I quit
But never never asking me

You are like no one else
Suicide the little things
And pass by the uno pig

The crawlings are dumb
They can’t see that here on the top
The dream goes beyond
A belly full of publicity

And if they all could see
That to be free
You just have to
Start being free