conscience has me easily disturbed
the moving things around me makes me weep
why can't they stop so i can see them properly?
it makes me wonder if i'm slightly in daze
my hands are thrown into a great fire
my inner ear is singing
singing like a huge church choir
decomposition of my eyes won't help my vision
this isn't quite as funny anymore
corpsepaint isn't really necessary
i haven't got a pulse anyway |