The World Is Not In Turmoil

The television is again
Pressing
Pressing
Against the fridge
The kidney is again
Kicking
Kicking
The intestines and stomach
The capacity is too low
The warmth of the room is too high
All of them have come
The razor blade is again
Scraping, scraping
Against the iron floodgate
The racing car is again
Rubbing, rubbing
Against the radar
Your temper is too short
Your anger too good
Be careful when driving

Loneliness
That is
I want to stop coughing but
There's no medicine
Desire
That is
I want to smoke but
There's no filter
Who wants to sit in a ship designed for many years?
Who wants to see a grand union?
I still hate the market conditions for not being in enough turmoil
(Forget about the circle of fire and the steel line)
Loneliness
That is
I want to follow the wind but
There's no group
Desire
That is
I want to share with others but
Don't have a charity
Who is scared of eating blowfish?
Who is scared of dying after being drunk?
Who is anxious to escape danger?
(Even the sincerity is very sincere
Can it be that being warlike is heredity?
I still hate this world for not being in enough turmoil)

The flashlight is
Continuing to work hard to slaughter
The microphone is
Continuing to work hard to cleanse
There's too much time
And not enough pastimes
I'm looking for entertainment
ICQ is
Continuing to work hard to give vent to lust
The lie detector is
Continuing to work hard to numb
The question is too hard
The explanation is too simple
End it a bit earlier