Neverland

No more fear for me
And nothing I can see
A letter on the table saying I will be
Gona for a week, hey dad
And stop looking after me
In my backpack all the sweets are ready

I'm just sick and tired of everything
No need for logics and philosophy
You better care the attitude within yourself
Radios and stereos are coming doubt

No more fear for me
And nothing I can see
A letter on the table saying I will be
Gona for a week, hey dad
And stop looking after me
In my backpack all the sweets are ready

I wish I could go to Neverland
Seven colored trail I built
Obstruction talking too much endlessly
The scene I saw beneath myself
It's so tiny more than I thought
Everything seems to be in my hand

Emergency the shadow is aiming
I was shot by crazy clown
It's the end I'm falling down
It's so freezing more than I thought and I wake
From the dream with wet I'm betty wetty
Emergency mom's gonna kill me