tell me about the jewels
how do you cut a paper?
you tore my mouth

this is what i mean
come, what it meant
fire blown by wind
woods process into paper

so, could you be
life may take pain easy
this matter innermost
a big boom, splash

laughter the envelopes in me
embraces me inside
half realizes the surrounds
single life would be most

this is a new face
michael being the reporter
narrates whats about them
people may go, so could we

hands do bunch and braid
they do go to protect
loud insight, deep analyse
lower the bottoms for everybody