Blow Up

I will hold myself
in a straitjacket
and bite my own mouth
even if the blood doesn't change the fact.

I will cut my hair paper
with a blunt scissors
and cut my bored face
shaving with blades of mirrors. 
 
Through the air,
blow up, blow.
Is the only way to feel well.

I really can't find me
so I threw away a lot of letters,
but I can still climb in anywhere
and shoot me in the matters.


Everything that attracts me
are in a hole in the sky.
My soul will rise
and I'll feel me so high.

Through the air,
blow up, blow.
Is the only way to feel well.