Lingua Ignota
Night Moving
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits

In the world
Beneath the heel
Some single button intimidator

Cold sweating
The coat, the house
Enter then exit

Aging, watching, passing
No hunger
Blot the stain

Over, under, upright
Won’t waver
Thoughts are stray

It’s been hours
A moment, what will
Backseat-crawler lacking
Old factions on
Old terms on
Old seething on, old mornings on

Old habits on
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits