Intellectual Kittens
Pencil with graphite end, a fish's tail submerged into a lunar pool
All you want is is a girl with soft hands, someone without schedule
You want everything for yourself
You selfish shellfish
The day might seem dry and frisky, fetch some water (Go)
Love is trivial these days, the words resonate without magic
Magic is sensation, a jolt to the minuscule body hair
Does not smell, rather provides a smell
A dead fish in Bengal, that's heretical
Man keeps faith, but faith keeps the whole chain strong
A harmony within the cult of believers
So strange, a Catfish with no whiskers
Ordinary balloon which refuses to float above
Mountains that sing no song and mermaids who arouse desperate men
All of it succumbs a man and makes us realize the "Ephemeral" conduct of affair
Conduct of affairs, sounds so political and makes you want to slap me
But I'm a monk with sexual urges, Lord Sakya deserted me the first time I watch Adultery
It's all skeptical and the overview from Mars seems the same
We all die without knowing the truth
Truth shall kill us, make us miserable
Sartre, Kierkegaard, Nietzsche, Camus
All wrote without passion, that was just a myth
We write too but the completion of it makes it worse.
Kittens are smart, they use intellect to deal with drug addicts
Dogs go to addicts for a happy meal.
All you want is is a girl with soft hands, someone without schedule
You want everything for yourself
You selfish shellfish
The day might seem dry and frisky, fetch some water (Go)
Love is trivial these days, the words resonate without magic
Magic is sensation, a jolt to the minuscule body hair
Does not smell, rather provides a smell
A dead fish in Bengal, that's heretical
Man keeps faith, but faith keeps the whole chain strong
A harmony within the cult of believers
So strange, a Catfish with no whiskers
Ordinary balloon which refuses to float above
Mountains that sing no song and mermaids who arouse desperate men
All of it succumbs a man and makes us realize the "Ephemeral" conduct of affair
Conduct of affairs, sounds so political and makes you want to slap me
But I'm a monk with sexual urges, Lord Sakya deserted me the first time I watch Adultery
It's all skeptical and the overview from Mars seems the same
We all die without knowing the truth
Truth shall kill us, make us miserable
Sartre, Kierkegaard, Nietzsche, Camus
All wrote without passion, that was just a myth
We write too but the completion of it makes it worse.
Kittens are smart, they use intellect to deal with drug addicts
Dogs go to addicts for a happy meal.
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