P / P.L.F. / Instant Urban Self-Interment
A nauseating well of existential dread Charges your limbs with twisting, seizing tension Tidal wave of cortisol drowning your insides and organs Something like a hurling blackness Poisoned, darkened outlook A thin, cheap, but effective lens A paralyzing lack of oxygen grips your chest An escape to a distant, lukewarm stillness Nihilistic ruminations, "bury me ten meters deep" Opening the chute of concrete, instant urban self-interment Crushed behind ten years of boulders Brick the wall behind the basement Still resounds the code of long transmission Beckoned back from decades past Monochromatic, instant urban self-interment Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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