Melted Moonbeams - I Can't Sleep Lyrics

I forget the sunset, natural light has died
A painful restlessness stamps and burns a sunrise
On my eyes, I realize I've crashed all the way down
My brain will now commence the consequence in which I'll drown
My body is tingling, for my brain is mingling
With a strange cosmic power, to punish my sleepless hour
Only a God can rectify my habit
My mind is so over-active that I just wanna stab it
Or turn into a rabbit! They hibernate I think
I'm seeing fluffy elephants as turquoise and pink
In a swimming pool full of drool with an ancient stink
Smell? Stench? Holy shit, gimme a wrench,
I gotta pry out the elves that are calling me a wench
They're dwelling in my nostrils
And being really f*ckin' hostile
By demanding that I weep
About the secrets I should keep
My brain wants to fly
But my body wants to die
This is why I
I can't sleep

Call me a baffoon, but I want a sandwich of balloons
I need a rubber popping to turn my teeth into prunes
Gotta eat somehow, someway, sometime soon
I need some untasty vitals before I jump to the moon
But shit, I've just been teleported there
Now I'm facing a giant green ice cream-bear
All I got is my underwear.
Unprepared? No.
I'll fling it on it's head like a statue at a fare.
The very next second, it turned into steam
I watched it slip through the craters
And Melt in the Moonbeams
"Silly dreams" god said,
He tempts me with these visions,
But My Mind Rebels and lets the darkness make decisions
Uncover the shadows, reveal a face
Vanish all obscurity and ride horses through space
Impossibility is the place where I go to and exist in when I
I can't sleep

Mario and Luigi ram their Karts up your anus
They burst out your urethra
And all the sudden you're famous
For being a freak, but f*ck,
You shouldn't have the blame
You were only the link in their kinky game
No shame, you were getting
Blown by Princess Peach
So when she swallowed the Karts,
Her organs would fly to the beach,
Where, as a group, lobsters and pirates reach
Orgasm, in sand chasms and castles
This mystical place is actually in
Posiedan's asshole
It's a great hassle
To connect like The Human Centipede
Or to stomp with centaurs in mythic stampede
Or to dive into a couch and expect to lead
A fabricated parade of insects who heed
Some crazy motherf*cker who thinks he just peed
The bed, again, out of defense
All these flashing images create my lifelessness
Or is this livelihood good?
A dream that dreams back
Being awake is the nightmare of an insomniac
And I
I can't sleep

Agamemnon's mom is a creation of Homer
But she was also real, she gave her nephew a boner
He got eaten, check the textbooks for the rest
Just know that civilization frowns upon incest
But not on Pluto, they think it's the best
The one family that lives there puts tradition to the test
As they request
Their sons and daughters make porn
To fill that tiny planet with corn...
-Shaped babies
Then they sell all the video-tapes
To horny moose-plural, who much on crepes
Filled with slime!
When they return to their cave, it's
Masturbation time!
Then they chase a naked Adam Sandler
And stab him with their antlers
Just please leave one juicy spot for the Commander
Of the Universe
Satisfy him so he can lift this curse
I can no longer rehearse
This hallucinatory play
I shouldn't see the light of day cuz I
I can't sleep

Uncover the exhausted mind
See what you find