Insanity Pilgrims In An Abandoned State of Confusion
only in numbers
never in words
we send codes
no longer do we live in the modern world
yet and still we fail to ascend
we are branded insane
our lifestyle is featured in NoWhere Anonymous
only existing out of print
i guess i will fix the sink
i guess you will hand me the tools
the dusty cd no longer will play
the dual cassette boombox was made by aiwa,
so it has not been working since decorative day one
why not join the earthworms
i wonder if slimy is still alive
all thrones in the dirt are made of mildew, which is weird
does that not define us
please become defiant and refuse to believe
a question mark will be served to you tomorrow after your wake up call
i think i will have exactly the same
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