Dale Click!

I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick.
You're the son of a tick.

Wearing me out with your flicks.
Flicked Flicked Flicked
Take me up to the peak, peak, peak.

Beats Beats Beats
Tie me up with a string.
Propulsion of tricks,
steering my fins...

In...In...In
where I like it to be
Out...Out...Out
persistence of sins
becoming scenes of my film.


Perspirating my vexations,
Recreating through excretion,
Restlessness pleasure.
My only treasure.