On these wavy streets
Are toggle case characters
Spelling all sorts of pain and misdirection
Some sit with the sun raining curse upon the moon
While others are with the wind
Chanting fever hymns to feeble minds.
Everyday their bells keep chiming
When the gates open to let them drive out – madness
They are the cause of what spells
In a colorful shade of misery
How gods of fool they can be
Living on these wavy streets.
they possess possessed facade
hunting their little desires as men
calling on treasure map in between her legs
these characters are carried away with their wits
knitted upon the failure of their river.
some of us despise their source
and think of the prayer of pottery
we play to the salvation rock
to cause earthquake eat the ground.
on these wavy streets
are toggle case like characters
some look drowned, the others were dead.