Tunnels crossing in different directions, it's never seen, it's all so thin, different
Matches and over created back lashes and white big nails. I succeed where no one fails.
Soft as cotton take me under A thought about life and death and how sad it is.
Some achieve A stamp in world humanity. There's no other way keep on attempting,
On the top there's A place for all of us but the sky is not smiling. Where do we begin?
It's all good, and we'll finally be there. Where do I find all that makes no sense.