Nimrod
That child climbed a tree and saw a feverish worldSomehow isn't there a clown that resembles me?Fluttering basketball blimps aim at a blank spaceIf you let your foot slip your parachute won't open
"Mama, can you take me to that place high aboveOver to the holy summitTo look at and view the scenesBut you won't show me it after allMaybe from all the sudden wind and rain
Look, someone fell down from their trailing robeI wonder if there are traces of itScience went up to the right trackIt sponsors love and superstitionAnd the rules are still mistaken
Look, the footprints are are spreading around"
That child climbed a tree and gasped in awe in the dark worldIn the large bag the programs are squirmingHistory itself has aspects of a scapegoat, you knowThe wind blows upwards toward the sky and it gets filled with purposeLike a bird the words soar through the clear skiesWithin the overflowing worthless beliefs in TokyoWe debate toward incandescent salvation,
Even that sun is a fakeI wonder why nobody notices it
Fluttering basketball blimps aim at a blank spaceAugust, where the mothers have blindfolds imposed upon themThat child climbed a tree, and said somethingIf you let your foot slip your parachute won't open