Sheep jumping through hoops of fire,

...1, 2, 3...

Leaden eyes meet their defeat.

Hiking in dreamscapes anew,
We can picnic fourty stories tall.
Change our recipies to high altitude,
Gotta make it rise.

The wolves watch on mountainsides,

...4, 5, 6...

Mutton makes them lick their lambchops.

Swirling, muted colors and cutscenes,
For six hours reality is an acid trip.
Making imaginary babies all night
In the technicolor house without a roof.

Sleep softly, my darlings,

...7, 8, 9...

Our entire flock is safe for now.

Breathing the stars and tasting life,
Here I can feel you again.
We can live forever and always.
But forever ends with the sunrise.

A final leap, the last attack,

...10.