One Hundred Owls - Conjugate

Someone to hit the sky
To the sky, to the sky
To the him and sun they are a lie
I rather live a lie, I rather live a lie
How much I live ahead less I give him mine

*incomprehensible gibberish*

So lie, I'm feeding off the sun
Although my eye, I see the inner eye
They said it mine, they said its no star
But not a high high high high high

Despite the letters in the grass and its danger
Rabbits have no sense of a stranger
Hun, hun, hun, hun, run
Run and then stay on his back

Not today does, not today son
I deeply apologize for the murder of your, ego
It was not my intention to falter with such grandeur
In the end of confusion, consider this genius
I have a wonderful idea, suck my balls
I love it

Thanks you guys
*incomprehensible gibberish*

It was not my intention to falter with such grandeur
In the end of confusion, consider this genius
I have a wonderful idea, suck my balls
What a wonderful idea

Written by:
Dario Verrelli

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