Dream #1

The two headed beast
Tears through Venezian streets
Whereas five minutes before
He was sitting there chillin' on Phils kitchen floor

It's all because he's had no smoke

The pre-recorded live game
Is taken over by one too vain
Beasts ares urrounded by horrors
But the fact is that two hundred years is not tomorrow

It's all because he's had no smoke

The black and white hearse
Peeling colours every verse
Because the man with the shoulder
Said that if he loved her, he really should have told her

Is it scary to not have any smoke?

In his jump he's close to nine metre
Is he ashamed because he beat her?
Nothing can explain to her caress
What happened to him perhaps an hour before she moved her dress.

What's going on without smoke?
Weird. Wonderful. What? Without smoke!