The nose cannot smell an eyeball
But eye's can feel a nose
Mystics say the bible
Is god wearing paper clothes
Don't you want to sit in a high chair
Climb up the gravity stairs
Don't you want to sit in a high high chair
Where time cannot interfere
Jesus was a baby
Adam had sex with Eve
When you make a baby
You spray your geometry
When you have a baby
You're giving birth to me
Arms are too short
The legs are too wide
And time is just a fantasy
1 2 3 5 5 6 7 10 20 days
Its 1 2 5 10 12 20 30 40 days
Its 1 5 8 10 12 20 60 70 80 days
Its 1 2 5 12 20 30 40 50 60 60 days
Death to my soul
Because my soul don't know my name
Hells yeah, I'm polluting the game
Time can be an anarchist
Time can be a chair
Some people try to kill me
But there's no death inside of there
You can go for a flying rug ride
Off the scale of the map
The lamp is 5 dimensional
And the chair is made of wax
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