I know if I look at your inside I'll find a little soul
so I'm asking you why we're two in only one
I know your eyes are true and deep I know
my mother is the only one
c'mon, the wall is up to you and so
oleographic birds are trying to fly and go
but their parents are watching a reality show
'small apemen still in a cornfield'
c'mon, that wall is the highest I saw
sweet drugs I drink in a dancefloor
we are in a picture of Dalì, oh no!
you're crying 'cause the surrealism had gone
c'mon, I hope for a virtual sexy show
but the truth is that we know to not know
I dislike the colours of this absurd dream
the fact is that I'm back 'n' I'm dead, too!
action > reaction
in the rain, men, like sad trees in autumn
say 'that's a wet dream, don't confuse'
and the apemen return to be my only muse
I'm looking for you but all is black
c'mon, escape, go and give up
oleographic birds are tryin' to kill you
and your parents just now wake up
'still life with small apemen'
c'mon the surrealism had gone
the surrealism had gone
action > reaction