Fantastic Pace

He was born in the first grade hungry little lion swallowed all he saw still he's barely alive he was a colorful person born of some colorful people when he opened up his mouth he poured some colorful speeches his home was a tar paper palette tyvek green house pumped into the culdesac gravel housing his house where living like the drinks are rivers, wells, creeks, oceans, bays every year we get a little older found in his ways "i hope he never grows, grows into nothing" he's not so well behaved what are we to do get him to the digging get him over in the corner got a little place out in the crystal fires no one wants you no one wants you no one wants you what are we to do? no one wants you no one wants you no one wants you what are we to do? no one wants you no one wants you no one wants you what are we to do? no one wants you no one wants you no one wants you what are we to do? starving empty stares pushed it down in the parking lots the valley, lake, carrs and the riverbed hang outs a long way from the little lion in black full-body snow-suits snowshoe, goosebay and neighbors claims on empty lots where guns and gold were goals given up given his pace below all the giants growing up at fantastic pace 他出生在一年级饥饿的小狮子吞噬一切，他看到他仍然是勉强活着，他出生的一些丰富多彩的人的丰富多彩的人，当他打开了他的嘴，他倒了一些五颜六色的演讲他的家是一个tar文件的调色板特卫强温室泵进入卡尔德萨克砂石房屋他的房子里住，如饮料河流，水井，溪流，海洋，海湾，每年我们得到了一个年纪大一点的发现，他的道：“我希望他永远不会长大，长成什么”，他不是那么听话了我们该怎么办让他挖让他在角落里有一个小地方出来的结晶火灾没有人希望你没有人想你没有人要你，我们该怎么办？没有人想你没有人要你没有人要你，我们该怎么办？没有人想你没有人要你没有人要你，我们该怎么办？没有人想你没有人要你没有人要你，我们该怎么办？饿空的目光又将其倒在停车场的山谷，湖泊， carrs ，河床挂奏很长的路要走的小狮子黑全身雪服雪鞋， goosebay和邻居在空地那里枪支和黄金分别索赔放弃目标给下面的所有巨人成长在梦幻般的步伐，他的脚步