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• Artiste: Fewjar
• Titre: Tapirsupper
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Strange things are happening round here, when I'm asleep. Crossing the line, loosing gravity, floating above man taught sanity. Hesitating is no more, flood of comprehension breaking down. Eruptions in my inner heart, turning colours into sound. Feel me now. I have a real confession to make. Now as bad Mr. Nightmare stopped slating me. I never thought I was save. But now I watch Tapirsupper. (Hope, Hope. Hope, Hope.) Relieving saturation persists. Within fulfilling emptiness I exist. Let me be a name on the white list, 'cause Tapir had my grief for supper. Strange folk arises within me, when I recline. Gibberish decomposes the bottom line. Thousands of gods fighting at one time. And as my rest seems to weaken me, instead of being bracing, some dinky snout absorbs the ill breed and leaves nothing but one thing, ah: Clarity. I have a real confession to make. Now as bad Mr. Nightmare stopped slating me. I never thought I was save. But now I watch Tapirsupper. (Hope, Hope. Hope, Hope.) Relieving saturation persists. Within fulfilling emptiness I exist. Let me be a name on the white list, 'cause Tapir had my grief for supper. I have a real confession to make. Now as bad Mr. Nightmare stopped slating me. I never thought I was save. But now I watch Tapirsupper. Relieving saturation persists. Within fulfilling emptiness I exist. Let me be a name on the white list, 'cause Tapir had my grief for supper.