The first shots

A beautiful linguistic mess/

of waves and clouds and mists like this/

to form a cloud that'll shout aloud tier 9 and going nowhere bound/

Now i know that snow is white/

the hole of roses' reds foresight's ain't right/

 

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, WHY!

 

Life is a lie, revel in mine, till i spy somewhere to hide/

birdies glide, highs that rise, size ain't nothing more than eyes/

like a coast of islands, build by rhine that shine like oceans/

waiting for the motions like a human locomotion, why? Why! WHY!?!

 

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, WHY!

 

Man of sands, reprimand my hands in case I understand/

blow my boulder off my shoulders like AKs in Pakistan/

older, BOLDER, built to be a soldier/

Rivers red with Christians, while i'm drinking on my folger/

Hold her back, I'm holdin back her lenins like a photograph/

I'm Holden on the Claufield like when Lenin got shot in the back, WHY!? WHY!? WHY!?

 

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, WHY!