gazing at a silver screen, I wonder not... what am I waiting for? streaming? wait, wait, loading binary instruction. drowned in surrounding CPU resolution
all around, back and forth, the sickening smell of insignificance. I'm used to it now, I must reek of it. the density of the air was tangible today, it
it takes guts and a gun, just like in bud dwyer's lil' surprise. a defect, no one'll ever see it coming. I'm indulging myself in a strategic advance,
narrowing days seem to stop before my utopic interface, but 5 seconds without it, ain't worth eternity. now here's another story; logical Function: "keeps
as a flower, she bloomed once her wrists were opened. I remember her scent, intoxicating. my communication with her was clearly enhance. but her's was
and I lay numb, waiting for something worst to happen. sweet innocence, it happened so suddenly. she crossed my path on the way to nothingness, I knew
amy, sweet lewd amy... the way she moans, it's so obscene. whether she's crying or complaining, and the way she's getting beaten, it's almost arousing
you're not important. being unique is a concept! yeah, it's you! who are investing way too much time, over the uselessness of the self. the guinea pig
shadows are finally freed to hover... the wintry landscape, apart from their mated-masters, they seem serene has they dance childishly. has for my soul
We've come so far, and here we are Amidst the endless hum No wind worth chasing, no revolution No blazing battle drum We laughed as we said, "The music
The iguanidae sees East and West simultaneously The praying mantis sees three hundred flies from three Orbit of man, divergent strabismus and Compound
[Words: W. Süssenbeck / Music: BA¶hm, Pichlbauer, Koritar] SUFFERING THE DEMONS SLEEP AND THE RAGE CONTROLS MY MIND WE`RE SUPPOSED TO FACE THE END
They crash the gate too late to stop our rite we hold our breath and wait as stars align how can they call us wrong? How do we take this? Opposing all
[Instrumental]
Why complicate the reasons behind preceding failures lying within us? Look beyond deceit, journey through the corridors of convoluted mazes of departure
Could more have been done? Bright lights flashing through the night sky. Incoherent voices flood the void consumed. Gazing over the remains of this transformed
Can someone please explain this to me? All signs indicate the worst still to come. Who will be there to break our fall? Better yet, who'll stick around
