Dirk Vandenberg - The Roar Of The Ma**es Could Be Farts lyrics

Soft and understanding eyes of the young Moving with abandon atop the green lawns Malleable as luck allows faking all the ties Forced out in time These expressions met Improvised inventions Lost in the way Absolute the course Which instinct betrays Grinding in reversal Outdo til done Proper naked self Solutions surround In brightness be it real Blinded and free Pastel gems hit Pearlesque in flaw Spark of the instant Challenging the time View the observer's Plagiarizing hands