my hand in this warm chaotic flowing
hate strains by my indifferent fingers
again another empty touch
never psychagogic lords
words can be dreams
too long for awake
life is a perfect idea
shattering in every breath
feel the trouble of world
never psychagogic lords
words can be dreams
too long for awake
monologue far away
the speech for this time
spiral of truth
never psychagogic lords
words can be dreams
too long for awake
dreamtime water
it's filthy by natural pessimism
failure evidence
of every right
formal pattern
depraved art of genius
bare whore for big worms
monologue far away
the speech for this time
spiral of void...
never psychagogic lords
words can be dreams
too long for awake
