Show the baby you're lying
And there's no center of the universe
But there's a space for us to converse
And create pleasantries
Pleasantries
Instead of mimic imagery
And I'm into what I am
And respect your kin too
With that said, put the babies to bed
At a proper time
Raise the baby to be a botanist
In a mega-opolis
And telling tales of wolfen man
And universalize the modern land
He says
Don't fear the mimes
(They'll control you)
Don't fear the mimes
(They're gonna record you)
Repair the mines
All the same color balloons in separate rooms
? sees the moons
Everything's tick tick
Don't slip, don't fall
We'll buy the brook overalls
In the states bring a fall
Only business industries
Only plants in the seas
Always can't imagery
Oh shit mimes, robotic mimes
They can't think on their own
With television flashes, locales and rendezvous
What to do
Living amongst the consumed
Unaware what will become
More slowly through surely
Them robotic eyes
Glossy with one covered up
Robotic
?
Slimy venom