The yearning increased at
Exponential rates
But you wanted no part
Mortally content
Until the surge gave shock
And got you on all fours
Interface fucked
Inside a cubicle that looks of detachment
Is it the size or the angle? the point is clear
The mortal erection has run out of skin
We're hooked on electric stimuli
1 | Fragments Of Character |
2 | Fault Lines |
3 | Below |
4 | The Welding |
5 | Elegy |
6 | The Unlikely Event of a Water Landing |
7 | Sore Sight for Eyes |
8 | Burning These Days |
9 | Sores Will Weep |
10 | Rise To The Midden |