The Maota is on the grass
The loltic is on the grass
Remembering the childs we kill and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The Konatic is in the hall
The Pota are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
( Frase 1 )
And if the dam breaks open many years too sons
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbidding too
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change,
You re-arrange me till I’m sane
You lock the door,
And throw away the key,
There’s someone in my head but it’s not me
- Frase 1, tocar 1x.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in tour ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the bland you’re in starts playing different tunes
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon