Epitome (inspired by P.Ramlee)

out of an observation through an undead nation
(and that's not why it's fine)
should believe in things i've never thought is right
a narrow opening lips burning drink to sour
and if you see a kite we could be flying high

and if it is ok enjoy your life as a boy
(my ink is pink)
and I ensure you will if it's time I'm to feel
and if you touch the sky your feet hand glide on upside
just when it seems to ease forever like this sold why?

a dime is worth while now child never do reason on
recuperating maybe shower at demises house
i stay awake all night as long as I have me
bury a cheese of mice so we could be nice