What day
Day, what day
What day is the desert air brewing
Computer dynamos hum
Can’t find the sound
And just as thirst intensifies
The well appears

No organ in the body!
Fell through, no organ in sight!
Put my soul into the mesh
And turn on auto
Evangelism through angleism
Upright founded messiah
It’s in the me there that broke from water
Watching Na’Vi win Stockholm
Or losers bracket mang0
Tired of your “while of unsound mind”
There’s nothing wrong with
Seeing ahead
Coma wall zone of avoidance
Can’t see shit!
Coma wall zone of avoidance
Can’t see shit!

Grinning when
I realize
I’m
Proud of who I am
Of who I became
And I stand up
With burning rage
I won’t
Let your evil
Mar my soul
What makes a hero?
Nothing! nothing at all!

Empty vessel!
Emptiless!

Empty vessel
Life take in these

The periods between
Stale void hallways
The moments of glistenin repeat
Refrains written in golden ink
The howl of laughter ringin thru
Vein of forehead showers out
The four walls don’t call
But your voice echo
You see hear that darker tone?

(What a person that must be
What a shadow from the wall
The other side
And thereafter)

...it’s a melody!
Itchin' my heads a melody
Wish for more!
Shed your richer!
Wicked roll!
It has your voice!

Can we run fix this I like info directed in triads my minds offset to the ripple well o well wasn’t it bad they’re burnin n lovin n comin in something, it is inevitable, tired of findin' unendin' scenes of wrecked for better

Those who know
Consumed consumption
Digital control
I wish for more!!!

The sound!
Can’t find the sound!