gliding through the void
of our nascent societies
man, he knows the game
and I'm losing all my contacts

but when will we wake up
when will we grow out of here alive

let's just hit the breaks and burn it out 
I've been waiting here forever
heat will melt us down and lift you up
into notion of impending floods

no, there's no out
I'm all fucked up
before your arms get tired
your stunted grip gives out

calculating, always calculating
once more
perceptions are on the floor

your fucking grip gives out
it follows you out the door
but you want more
coming out the door

why, I'm not sir.. whatever
pick up something, read me
we forged those bonds on seventh
forgive me and forget thee

how do you know
I'm all fogged up in heaven
humidity don't love me
we were there only for a second
humiliate god entity
 
god entity
will never

carcass is spread on the road,
pick it and taste it
you're not coming home yo

let's just hit the breaks and burn it out 
I've been waiting here forever
heat will melt us down and lift you up
into notion of impending floods

no, there's no out
I'm all fucked up
before your arms get tired
your stunted grip gives out

carcass, sprawled out on the road
pick at it, taste it
it will never be food
until you embrace it
fire 'til fuel runs out
you think I won't mace ya
bring them along with your aunt
because I will flex ya

Hope Less

hope less

we were not the only ones to internalise
discover functioning on fumes,
while staring out the padded rooms
and it was never certain
but still, I think you knew
 
what does freedom on the sub-horizon count for?
if not for cherishing these moments in the drug war
encounters plaster walls and shatter on the floor boards
atomic forces spin electrons just like Neils Bohr

settle me this
are these concepts alone?
apathy and pain,
embodying losses
well I won't allow them
I don't feel like I want you to
yeah, I don't feel

not even comical,
exaggerated whole

as we stood face to face
avert my lonely gaze
in a short burst
without a contact number
or at least a trace
keys won't start the ignition

keys won't start my fucking car
she told me pinch yourself, don’t drive too far
I sent her packing,
bent it over a bucket and I fucked it
bleach spilt right on top of the carpet and I liked it
what's the fun in reading manuals,
when the carburettor crackling is crafting sound?
either way,
I feel like a department head
the one that integrates with everyone in infrared

when will you learn?
(I feel like snacking)
put together, oh so anxiously
(best served on crackers)
you're told to strive
for more and march up all the way to the fight
I guess it's boring to assume the brace
cling to floor and guard
with sound off
(off) shore my send off

settle me this
are these concepts alone?
apathy and pain,
embodying losses
well I won't allow them
I don't feel like I want you to
yeah, I don't feel

She Said

she said

can anybody hear me? is this thing working?

{([VHS_transmission_incoming_over_AM])}

Feel That

cannot promise that I'll soon wake up for you
     (stranded bird on a farm calmly sounds the alarm)
and if I factor in the lion's share of gratitude
     (in case this bomb will detonate)
when you sound the alarm you're ahead and much farther than most
     (spin up hard drives and fry)
quit while you're ahead and not much farther
     (will you be my martyr?)

close your eyes,
feel the thighs wrapping scull so tight
bouncing light,
panes of glass you can't live without
empty face,
empty hands counting one to ten
binging starts
on command
when the drought began

should I feel it?

spin it round three times before I conceal it
     dust off
that wretched blue box until you receive it
     she's lit
right between keys, reaching
climb on top of that ski lift and show me where did your knees hit

promises made, promises kept
I'd follow you into your bed

but you would never open up for me like that
but we.. we're only made stronger
by the bet you made me sign

I'll soon wake up with no memories
     (in case this bomb will detonate)
when I sound the alarm you're ahead and much farther than most
     (spin up hard drives and fry)
I'll quit while I'm ahead and not much farther
     (will you be my martyr)

eats the cactus

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