Don t try to imagine

And don't even try to imagine it.
You don't know that this is your peace.
You don't know that this is your passion.
And don't even try to imagine it.
You want to leave to come back
You don't know what you're asking for.
You know very well what you want.
It's all labeled impossible.

There's nowhere to go and no one to come back to.
There's nowhere to go and no one to leave.
And don't even try to imagine it.
Any imagination is false.
Gotcha.
Don't try to relax,
you don't know what peace is.
I stole this, too,

I won't tell you where,
You should know for yourself
where the diamond was kept.
But you can imagine the place
where the glass fake now lies.
Some clever thief made a switch,
that went unnoticed.
There was no one to notice.
Only I know.

You can play the tape a hundred times in a row.
It won't give you anything back
because what you have
you can't even imagine.
Don't try to imagine.
What you have is not yours.
And don't try to imagine your love,
It's not what you call it.
Don't swear
you can't imagine it.
Actually, Buddha said that, but I didn't steal from him.

Those are strange words
but don't try to imagine their meaning.
You don't know anything about meanings.
And any imagined one will be a crude forgery.

Ouija, what are you writing again, I don't understand.
Are we reading a teenage girl's diary again?
But you don't know anything about understanding.
Nothing's missing.
Yeah, I can see everything's missing.
We don't know anything about lost and gained.

What's with the Ouija board again?!
I've been told a hundred times I'm a materialist.
The table, tap the leg on the right letter,
Listen carefully.

I'm clear. It was dictated by whiskey,
which is probably fake,
so you can't understand anything.
I'm finally out of work, I drink to you,
gypsies, your whiskey is better than the real thing.
I still have your treasure, of course,
You can't even imagine what you gave away.
Don't even try.
Yes, I know.
Yes, Ederleysie, what better place to sing about than a piece of meat.

Oh, I dreamt about a pig
with a rat's face and fish lips,
and it grunted in human language and I slaughtered it.
We had pork bacon for dinner
very thin, and we laughed.
Then the other pigs came and shamed me for it.
Roll over to the other side quickly.
The pig said “that's too much” and ran away,
He was getting back at me for the bacon.
It's really too much.
Wake up.
This dream is about rain.

These are all strange words.
What language are they even in?
It's a dead language.
Thought I didn't know it, nobody speaks it.
Necromancers, damn it.

Ouiji, what are you doing?
You're lying about knowing.
And you know it.
Of course I do, it's poetry,
Did I say I wasn't lying?
I lied.
Don't try to imagine the truth.

you don't know and don't even imagine knowing.
you know why.
No.
Good for you

did i lie?
not one word!
i never lie.
but will be incomplete rats are not coworkers to me –
pig was wishful thinking. i didn't like it very much.
wake up please or go to sleep it's all the same now.