My new sleeping gown gave me a silly blister
The pain broke through my brilliant slumber
Sometimes I trust that I was born into the splendor
But at that time
I only wanted to grab something to eat because of my hunger
I opened my sleeping refrigerator
Its roar made me feel like a loser
Its huge paunch is empty as the stomach of a drifter
I stared vacantly like a dreamer
My fridge told the darkness
She is thinking about her future
Look! Sometimes it is a thinker
I was thinking about my dreary future
My head is empty as the refrigerator
Maybe I'll be a wild drummer
I'll play drums
Like I wanna write songs for lovers
Now, I have to stop to be a thinker
Now, I must grab something for my hunger
