Like a lunatic frantic

The man in the room looks so dramatic

With a left shoe on his right foot

This spiral traffic feels too traumatic too traumatic

Quiet

The man is wandering around

Where's the way out he never found

And inside

There's a ball made of lead

It's rolling and rumbling on parquet

Oh how heavy is the ball

It bends his spine to the very ground

Neither his nor another

Enormous ludicrous

Oh how heavy is his thought

In a half an hour or so

It crushed the floor

And smashed the man's toes

Oh how heavy is his thought

In a half an hour or so

It crushed the floor

And smashed the man's soul

Through rapids and stones

I came like water and like wind I go

Through rapids and stones

I came like water and like wind I go

Spin Swirl

Whirl Spin Swirl

SWIRL

Whirl Spin Swirl

Whirl Spin Swirl