panic, detruction, embodiment denied.
malcontent becomes consuming like a swift counter attack on desperate hands. when will our bodies transcend our hearts?
oh hell... you'll never hear this anyway.
it's like murdering blue jays slowly on a tuesday evening. breeding blood-thirsty business suits & disheartened rapture. it's not just the swells of hope & the trapping nod offs, poisoned blackouts no less, but a mesmerising glow. a trashy cellar & muddy heart. what callous trip-heavy blowhards must conceive this idea? burned & crumpled film strips. negative. fumbling in the dark.
waste me. please.
oh hell... you'll never hear this anyway.
it's like murdering blue jays slowly on a tuesday evening. breeding blood-thirsty business suits & disheartened rapture. it's not just the swells of hope & the trapping nod offs, poisoned blackouts no less, but a mesmerising glow. a trashy cellar & muddy heart. what callous trip-heavy blowhards must conceive this idea? burned & crumpled film strips. negative. fumbling in the dark.
waste me. please.