Perfection of a 4 years old 4 years old me: I wanted to be perfectBut I couldn't draw nosesI solved the problemBy not drawing nosesPeople I drewCouldn't smell a thingThey would never know itWhen they stepped on dog pooThis is the perfection of a 4 years old.
Why I got these bootsEverybody seems to preferThe pretty little liesThey don't want the naked thruthRight before their eyesEverybody seems to preferNot to hear our scream'cause the one who told them wrong and rightIs the very mighty mainstreamEverybody seems to preferDrinking the poison of falsenessThey believe in ignoranceShe is the liars mistressI don't preferBeing a part of this everybodySometimes I wonder wh...Wanna know why I got these boots?-Yes, you answerWell, I got them to kick the ass of everybody!-Really? you ask meNo. I got them to kick the ass of this ignorant world!-Sure? you ask me againActually, I got these boots to kick the ass of this reality , a reality were people are closing their eyes and ears to what's real!Now I'm going to run away and make my own reality, were peoble will accept what's real!And if you don't like it, then go away or I'll kick your ass too!