The Raveness The Surrealist lyrics

A clock bleeds into the persistence of memory time is a
kinsman as he suggests with Einstein's theory. Symbolically
they have functioned since that August day staring into the
cheese that ran as the ticker now lay.

Brittle legged elephants spindly as the daddy long legs are
weightless with structure in their space distorting amongst
the eggs that are resting hopeful and loving.

See the ant's as they storm pocket watches pleading to the
art of dying. He's the surrealist man with the grand
moustache, Señor of the bizarre and wonderful, Mr "I am
not strange, I am just not normal".

O' how I applaud you're ambush upon this world of dull.
Salvador from Paris to Figueres I shall worship at your

temples.

In a world without end I dance in a grandiose homage upon
the gilded brush stroke of your passionate bristles. I am a
ballerina in a deaths head spontaneous yet irrational.
Delirious from your drug like paranoiac-critical the method
of optical illusions and phantom phenomena, Perceiving
dreams that venture creative images and psychological.

When the time comes for me to exit this life into the great
unknown, I shall hope to become more acquainted for I have
a history of gathered pestering questions. But for now
remain hanging enthusiastically by a lobster telephone.