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I'm the pronoun of the nonsense
Yes, as yes you say. Therefore it's all right.
However, when it is considerate,
a discord does'nt stop ringing.
I'm up to my ass in trouble because of you.
I'm the pronoun of the buffoonery.
Whatever you say. Even one thinks so.
However, patience is a limit
If it looks, down on it there, too.
There is no vacant seat with a discord on the head now.
Squeal scream! Shriek scream!
Freaky squeal!... Stab me up!
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.
Evilminded. You're telling me...but!
Who in hell do you think you are?
I'm mad, mad! Get out my face.
What the hell do you mean?
I'm telling you for the last time.
As for me, devote yourself in the days {the nonsense}.
Because things don't go according to reason.
However it does like this,
-and it's thanks to you that it can
-wander in the present as well
{the inside of the whirlpool of chaos}
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my version of it:
Yeah, I'm the embodiment of nonsense
Yeah, yeah, whatever. Say what you like.
However, when I think about it,
the unpleasant accusations don't stop ringing in my ears.
I'm up to my ears in trouble because of you.
Yeah, I'm the embodiment of buffoonery.
Whatever you say. Everyone thinks so.
However, patience has its limits
If I think about the things you do.
My entire head is filled with discord now.
Sqeal, shreik, scream!
Freak out!...Stab me!
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.
I'm evil you say...but
Who the hell do you think you are?
I mad, so mad! Get out of my face.
What the hell do you mean?
I'm telling you for the last time [get out of my face].
As for me, devote yourself to the days of your nonsense.
Because things don't go according to reason.
Things are really like this.
*but thanks to you
there's nonsense is in the present too*
{the inside of the whirlpool of chaos}
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I added a more understandable version
on the right, for those who don't speak english as a first language.
But all the squealy scream reminds
me of something. We have mice in my dorm. Well, I don't personally, but
other people seem to. I was sitting here and I hear "oh my god buddy
it's disgusting! There are brains and guts all over. All over. Aw fuck!"
So I figure it's Andrew. He says "aw fuck" a lot. Anyway I step
out of my dorm and he's standing in his doorway in his tighty-whities
chatting on the phone. He'd killed a mouse...
He'd also forgotten his pants, it seems
(he's also sat on the sink and broke it, and had loud sex while I was
studying for finals = worst dorm-mate ever)
*but why is it everyone I live with likes to walk around naked? people
bodies...whimpers*
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