Ttma - We'll Talk Inside a Dream Lyrics

Yeah it's certainly skiddin, scolding, squiggling, squirtin', solarium, skilttling, flirting death your skill has fear to my moons, to Bali, Bombay as scared as men seem, rot your cat to game we'll talk inside a dream without tripping over in rain and in a lung, state of the art woods ever lopsided drawn it's alone it's allowed it's alive said gods have got shit so get those twats who got sin mere sub-watts neared sound coloured wreck ya so gotta shine and scatter and jizz some whack so ya gonna shit cut a maxim but f*ck it upside down !! geld rots art every time !! waste, carved, and of the nail weed seed charred calling antonym what could alternate? word should govern, chain up them ants what's the stain of a name?