Stay here.
Melt.
Your body's aroma a fetid aura of self gratification, for null.
Compulsory movements towards recompense as a reward for...
What?
For melting. For rotting. For the day to day grind.
For this post-industrial nightmare
That has found a home in your apperception.
It is wrong to write the song.
It has already been written for you.
Stay here.
Melt.
It is wrong to be strong.
Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 12:35 PM UTC
Stay here.
Melt.
Your body's aroma a fetid aura of self gratification, for null.
Compulsory movements towards recompense as a reward for...
What?
For melting. For rotting. For the day to day grind.
For this post-industrial nightmare
That has found a home in your apperception.
It is wrong to write the song.
It has already been written for you.
Stay here.
Melt.
It is wrong to be strong.
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