and my spirit is crying for feeling

In my thoughts I have seen, rings of feels through the trees and the voices of those who stand feeling

And it's whispered that soon, if we all cry in-tune.

Then the my filthy item daddy will lead us to feeling.

And a new feel will dawn for those who baww long,

And the frontpage will echo with phanact.

Does anybody remember phanact? Baby, ooooh, just feel it to me, feel it to me, feel it to me. She does, she does, she does. But I got some good news, listen.

Your hand is thumbing and it won't stop, in case you don't know,
The my filthy item daddy's calling you to join him,
Dear user, can you see your posts blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the thumbs in green?

And as we scroll down the window
Our lols are loud and they must show.
Here walks a fag we all know
Who shines gay light and wants to blow
Who everyone still comes to know.
And when you thumb down he's very hard
The post will come to him at last.
When we all are done and OP is gone.
To be on a cock and not to troll.

And he's thumbwhoring a stairway to the frontpaaage.