a claw stuck in my throat, scratching scratching tearing ripping sundering the flesh with its dry taste of bone
hold the heavens from the earth
nurse your obssession and you'll never be alone
the body is a dumb machine, she thought.
on off on off my mouth blooms like a cut
the body is a dumb machine. repeat it. it is just a thing. it knows nothing.
why am i writing in this barbarous tongue? a veces por la noche, piedad, quién tendrá piedad de nosotros mais je tente, je suis seulement un peu fou, a nevem madárka, csacsogó madárka, perdu, perdu, nincs az úton se patika se gyógyszer se orvos jetzt gehe ich allein durch eine grosse Stadt shekinah shekinah ani medaber tofange daste noghream daadobidaad
procrastination is my sin but what if i don't even know where to start and the city is wide the city is wide the city is wide
this cellphone poetry, this song of qwerty keyboards, ever ever unsung
sobre esta tierra quién tendrá piedad de nosotros
hold the heavens from the earth
nurse your obssession and you'll never be alone
the body is a dumb machine, she thought.
on off on off my mouth blooms like a cut
the body is a dumb machine. repeat it. it is just a thing. it knows nothing.
why am i writing in this barbarous tongue? a veces por la noche, piedad, quién tendrá piedad de nosotros mais je tente, je suis seulement un peu fou, a nevem madárka, csacsogó madárka, perdu, perdu, nincs az úton se patika se gyógyszer se orvos jetzt gehe ich allein durch eine grosse Stadt shekinah shekinah ani medaber tofange daste noghream daadobidaad
procrastination is my sin but what if i don't even know where to start and the city is wide the city is wide the city is wide
this cellphone poetry, this song of qwerty keyboards, ever ever unsung
sobre esta tierra quién tendrá piedad de nosotros
