Exploring what sits at the heart
of the abstract acidic junkyard I've got.
Hallucinating gases produce a wild story
that starts off walking
in search of a new wrinkle.
*You think you're angry inside?*
half-speed heart-murmur salvation
knows how to have a micro-attack
on a super duper level.
you don't see skies or trees
I am so used to the liquid electronic desert,
the second the doors open
I get higher when i get inside.