Lyric_ChaaahAhaaah

Lyric_ChaaahAhaaah: 
"Chaaah Ahaaah Œ® AbysSaintTimesOfNoPresentation ==5,6,7/1992== © ISH LUCIFÆR


ChaaahAhaaah

Ow Ow Godon,
  What have you done !?
Ishilu clouns
  are gonn'a splash on and gone.,
Too srious to be open up
  for sufferin' sweats of life,
Or your wish-dream promise
  for joy livin' lives.

Ow Ow Godon,
  What have you done !?
Giving Ishilu a createon,
  which hell splashes on and gone.

Ishilu was a numb
  in imaginative structure of God,
Later on he was blown
  out to his earth cycle,
  born as a horse
Still a horse he was
  assumed to be
Still a horse he was
  but very very strange one,
  with a seavirgins' tail
  and one corn between his eyes
  and nothing in between.,
Having two strong legs
  to hold on the ground
  and another two
  to toch the skys
  and nothing ,
  nothing in between.

Ow Ow Godon,
  What have you done !?
Ishilu's here already
  gon'na splash all and gone.,
Ow Ow Godon,
  What have you done !?
Giving Ishilu a createon,
  and he's already a caracas.

Ishilu grew
  to live nature around;
  could breath the air,
  could eat and shit,
Used all his senses
  and thse ones in his back
  to go thru life
  without asking any why,
Was too srious to be
  opend up
Was too shy to be
  shown
Belived to be only
  a corpse,
  living under waters and sun.

Ow Ow Godon,
  King of the clouds.,
Ishilus' living and . .  .
  "what have you done ?!"
Ishilu's WishDream is
  coming to be some one
  's gonn'a join DinDon angles
  all together under
  earth and skys above.


Something was real
  and some seems to vanish,
  as it just attend to appear,
He had no pationes
  no pationes to know.,
Later on
  in the autumn of life,
  he had no pationes
  to realize,
  what he had already knew,
  came to his mind
  the first time to think.,
  was in a full moon autumn night :
That he is one. .  .
There's only one.

Into life he came
  with no family behind
  and future life's nothing
  but Godons' WisDream,
  that's none.

Ow Ow Godon,
  King of All.,
Ow Ow Godon,
  King of None.,
Your unknown child is happy
  being flash and bones,
  rolling races with some one
  he called HimOwn
  to rich your night
  before his dawn.

SO He begun to be racing,
  horrifying himself.


He knew the lithium,
  he guesed the thirteen,
  radiates any living soul,
  facing death as lead.,
  still toching deeps lightly,
  even earth . .  .
  ocean waters . .  .
He saw other nova
  from behind his back.,
  still his one corn
  meet skys above it,
  hand-shaking his mind .

Ow Ow Godon,
  What have you done !?
Giving Ishilu a createon,
  which hell splashes on and gone.

His life here was fighting
  the regular effort to stay alive,
  and non discribable races
  with his own flying thoughts,
  that thoughts he met
  were just clouds
  from nowhere to none,
  making faster his mooves
  to be nothing at all.

SO There's nothing to tell
  in woirds of man
  'cause Godons' WishDream is
  a word that can't even be thaught . .  .
 "