It seemed natural—I'd look into it Piece together that gap of memory When I tried to track down some evidence, The lack of it was more than a little Strange Strange Strange Strange
Burned up papers and wiped out hard drives and Chipless cell phones and reticent neighbours Did I plan out so carefully when to claim my faculties? That's conveniently Strange Strange Strange Strange
This fax from Commodore Davey —the Royal New Zealand Navy: “The files you requested are now classified.”
Parallels inside, layer on layer Coincidences, inconsistencies Somebody trashed my apartment Spray-painted “STOP ASKING.” I'm being shadowed by tattooed ESL shabaroonsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
