Champing my lips
As the astronauts touches
Dali’s mustache with a glove
Someone admiring the mirror
Would it be some Ford model?
Or would it be Narcissus?

Inside an ice cube
The biting goes on
Recreate the creation
Become a paragon

I follow the ancient road of future dreaminess
That is a path where I find myself floored
“I was a happy kind
But what to do with happiness
when pain is a river without ford?”

They have amputated my teeth
They have pulled out my Iris
Cut the air with your fingers
and castrate the word with your eyes
They have amputated my teeth
and drained my cries

Chewing my tongue
As the carriage goes with the herd that
roamed through the night
The bat is the only mammal that flies
I take back what I said
Whales too can fly through the air

Inside a circle of gas
Fire can slash
Meditation from Thais
A mosaic of flesh

I follow the ancient road of future dreaminess
That is a path where I find myself floored
“I was a happy kind
But what to do with happiness…”
When I can’t find my sleepwalker sun

They have amputated my teeth
They have pulled out my Iris
Cut the air with your fingers
and castrate the word with your eyes
They have amputated my teeth
and drained my cries

I follow the ancient road of future dreaminess
That is a path where I find myself floored
“I was a happy kind
But what to do with happiness…”
When I can’t find my sleepwalker sun

They have amputated my teeth
They have pulled out my Iris
Cut the air with your fingers
and castrate the word with your eyes
They have amputated my teeth
and drained my cries

They have amputated my teeth
They have crushed my eyes
They have pulled out my guts
They have drained my cries
They have amputated my teeth
They have ground my lung
They have mutilated my spine
They have splintered my tongue
They have amputated ME