I went from grandiose desires to demanding hope from liars
You can feel the heat when you standing close to fire
You can feel the highest but you can't emote the triumph
Now your pain is multiplying and your brain is fortifying
All the sanity left, fantasy swept, like a rug from under you
Now reality is all that troubles you
What you do you mean
To this table, what do you bring
Besides a smile and a comfortable gleam
Its not praise til' it comes from a king
Sew what you come to redeem
Wishful thinking and a couple of dreams
Cried rivers and a cup full of streams
The puppet master cutting his strings
Of those he used to Pinocchio
Moving to Tokyo with a copious cream
Where common folk will never intervene
My arms reach is more than Genovese, centipedes
Center me in Tel Aviv with a couple Gal Gadots
Tongue down her throat, come out the boat
Come mount the goat
And ride it like a surfboard
Super soaker excited to burst more
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