With Rhythm - Tabdiktabdik
With Rhythm - Tabdiktabdik
You scream to truth.
Do scream.
I’ll swing on my own intestine.
To the full.
You accept-reject me with truth
I don’t care.
The trifle own-blown wind in your worlds...
You blow.
I’ll ride the true wind
(with rhythm)
Tabdiktabdik.
Your pompousness provider ancient DNA
Congratulate to you with your very manners...
I don’t know to do hypocrisy of hypocrites...
I look-speak neutrally,
You jealous...
Then be that.