Into a membrane,
Beneath the hardest cover,
A stage's there open-
under tents...
Blood pores are open,
Kettle pot's on oven,
But the Roof's still "uneven"(!)
And try not sip the tea.

Reflection's there-
Buried under the flesh,
Gum sticking chairs,
Break it,
Mend it,
It's never gonna crack the plane......

'Cause streams of 'red'-inks have drenched withered leaves;
Feels of "pain" have murdered Wet Peas-
Glimpse of Sunshine shivered afterwards,
And the Red Ice that's just gonna melt down.....(*2)

Groaning Sky yet tries to unveil me-
Throw me into-
The Sink of warm(!) destiny.
I try not to open locked doors.
'Cause I wanna unveil-
the deep n dark "shore".

The shore's there in perils,
The Child is there unsafe,
And the Demon's trying to cut Him into fleshes,
I wanna tear my Father's heart out,
Drink the wine pouring from His poisoned atrium,
Neutralize the "green" in me.

'Cause streams of 'red'-inks have drenched withered leaves;
Feels of "pain" have murdered Wet Peas-
Glimpse of Sunshine shivered afterwards,
And the Red Ice that's just gonna melt down.....(*2)