Random Splattering

 
Sometimes you just can’t find the urge to go
So you have to turn to random splattering all around
Random splattering to urge the sound, random splattering of the mind, total drivel cannot comply
      
Here we are, oh why, oh why?
When darkness comes and takes a grip, I’ve seen melodies in the air, I’ve seen inside her underwear

But what do you care?

Oh dear, falling into yearning again, sweet liquid yearning, cannot the tallest of men hold their heads high to the wind?

Dive, dive into the sea but won’t you go on missing me, I gave my life in another way
I gave it all away!

I am not as brave as some men were, but I’m not afraid of long hard and cold suffering either

Romanticism is a funny thing you see, for you cannot experience things in the same manner if your life unfolds in a tumult of different possibilities and probabilities

Sorry, what random splattering?

Still at least it should add some oil to our engine eh?

Perhaps I’d be better off, speaking to Ezquill then, goodbye!