from the cold rage of fanatic minds from the ashes of burning dogmas on eighth day we've created hate venomous reptiles - in terror we trust clandestine
we came here alone and alone we'll leave until then I'll light another ever - burning fire THY WILL IS DONE sitting here in this empty room with rainy
hello my friend, hope it's the end no saving grace, no words to tell since emotions explode solidifly sorrowproof shields try to reconstruct my world
another scarred dog sunrise hopeleessness included free sorrow handy case self sucking serves me well depressive shock dry throat & cold sweat exclude
beat no turning back to zero point 2000 years a number too high on rust covered liquid screen soon we'll observe the final eclipse megatowers stained
bleed... silent are tombs of our youth as we lay here exhausted with pictures of long lost friends embraced by cold loneliness I yearn for a breath
calm lovers' crash both swallowing pain wound & scar industries intense indifference I'm a jester puppet squalid crumbcollector hard hours' theorist
