Deprived of one's consciousness, all is distorted
Deluded forever, so long with this contortion
A manipulative grip keeps us mentally confined
Fragments of character mold confusion
Enticing words fall out of decaying mouths
This deceiving visage is a slap in the face
Yearning for a piece of mind, all senses are re-
Vealed, bleeding color and shape
Tourturous windings of thought remain
A surge of uncertainty pierces flesh
Left with this vision of clarity that will not be
Reached
1 | Teledildonics |
2 | The Welding |
3 | The Unlikely Event of a Water Landing |
4 | Fault Lines |
5 | Sundial |
6 | Past Tense |
7 | Below |
8 | Sores Will Weep |
9 | They (As In Them) |
10 | Burning These Days |