cereal and choccy milk!?

Look at this sagged-down Hand of Glory—the state that I’m in
Let’s walk until that body gets shamefully warm

I cried seeing the continuation of a festering dream,
Like blisters turning excruciatingly itchy
When I recited my treasured secret charm,
Without reason, my body shook, and I came to my senses

The two of us will never understand each other; you knew that already
Let’s both find happiness, you illiterate monkey
I suggest you keep your dying words short and awfully simple

Look at this sagged-down Hand of Glory—the state that you’re in
Make eye contact when you speak, eat your veggies, and study well, okay?

Just like Icarus, wings torn off by the sunlight
Just like a sleeping box, continuing on without change nor end
A coldness more than I could handle and interrogation attacked me

I cried, so scared of even wearing my shoes,
of the malice-like heat haze whirling at the intersection
The body rotted away with only the heat conducted by
The floor of the metal gallows, and I went mad

The two of us won’t ever need to like each other
I’m able to find happiness, even someplace else
The two of us will never understand each other; you knew that already
Let’s both find happiness; forget even this face

Look at this burned up Hand of Glory—the state that I’m in
Let’s shed away that inflated ego and those cheap boots

The two of us surely can’t ride the backwards train anymore
To everything that it has ran over and crushed—a word of repentance and love
The two of us will never understand each other, and yet we will keep on walking
Let each of us find happiness, and hope to never cross paths

Let’s both find happiness
A bell rings