what is the truth of the universe?
where's your brawn, Eva?
my, what a noble wolf.
as clear as it seems
its within the triumph of the will
its a convulsion in my head!
life is a theory of colours,
johann once said
of the violins of autumn
makes winter colorful again
hold your droogs back
for a second more.
i'm just a humble narrator
we all play the ultra-violet game
on the coast of our bohemia.
sailed away back to Prague.
Karol was so bold
don't you shoot, Ali.
he sees things you've never seen
hooray for the propaganda
they give too much silver.
but its gold that will win her
wound my heart with
a monotonous languour
big brother, i love you
nineteen-eighty four
Mikhail was so peaceful
yet, Lenin was just so keen
Leon and Joseph will clash
as we all like our caffeine!
your so starved yet you bloomed.
i shall be coming home soon.
It's the man in the high castle!
lets follow that green fairy!
what a happy accident,
as his grasshopper lies heavy
smoking some heavenly music
I have searched for you,
and you have came to me,
and I thank you...
theres a butterfly on your shoes
and then was a sound of thunder.
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