binge wait on me inside his house somewhere i must've lost my keys
freight illusive dream a timeline fucked by peoples abnormalities
doom
stained potbellied beast the cold winds breaking down the muscles in your knees
inept a muffled sneeze you squeeze the sweat out of each pore onto your jeans
obey the curse it screams its prying through each little stitch hole bursting seams
betray my narrow needs the distant hum the soaring crackle of the meat
doom
dig me out I've lost its over I've lost its over my tiny spells I'm lost and older I'm lost and older
doom
RIGHT EAR: i wait patiently behind my comforted screen. aligned with typed screams and shrills, all encrypted mouths have a voice to be heard and to be fed. in this time of question and immediate answer.. we go where the money is! LEFT EAR: i am alive and aimless, i remain shuffled, shuffled to the side. caressed by a finger. thrown about inside in a fury of skin. released through probing impotence. i huff lurking like a half starved hawk, awaiting to be unlocked in a path of totality.
my passage of brutality held back in a nap sack resting only to quell the starved and anxious; those who sit perched on battered thought. i lie awake as I'm threatened, i lie awake as I'm questioned, as I'm…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
