(2014)
Shape end sound, Taste ant texture, Mined make(s)cents, Know knead four Lecture,
Don’t disconnect, To escape what’s real, Reality shall remain present, So instead connect, And if you face walls,
Time is relative, And moments can seem long, But they add up fast, And then they’re gone, We don’t have long before we die.
Sickly Slurry, Fervent flurry, Humble hurry, Caustic courage category, Simply minded,
Confined, With infinite space, And light, Contained, Within her mind,
Do you believe in god? Do you believe in aliens? Do you believe in yourself? Do you believe in tradition? Do you believe in superstition?
Everything is serious, and everyth… Everything is darkness, and everyt…
Like sweet sea breeze, Against the sails first unfolding. Sheets hard creased, And ballast molding. After untold years,
A generator, With no outlet, Is a guilt ridden, Fuel sucking, Smog puking,
Now, Forever, Eternity, Whatever...
Give me your tired, Your poor, For huddled masses, Line the mattress, Of a country offering,
The plaster on the wall, Is starting to flake off, Like the membrane of a brain, Trying to give up. Contemplate every single concept,
Six sick sheep, Seeking shade, Shorn by sharp sheers, Sweat, steam, Shallow seeping stigmas,
Can a key be blamed for what’s beh… I shed a tear, For every moment gone unspoken for… Just as words cannot define our gr… My touch cannot confine this compl…
When at last the pieces come to fi… But no real answer comes from it, We must zoom out a little bit, See the picture that’s outside of…
