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 | The Welding |
3 | Fault Lines |
4 | Digital Gerrymandering |
5 | The Unlikely Event of a Water Landing |
6 | Sores Will Weep |
7 | Steps |
8 | Elegy |
9 | Burning These Days |
10 | Past Tense |