Ian Curtis died People cried Wondered why He even tried
Time slips forwards Time slips back Momentum ahead Self-indulgent slack
Ian Curtis is dead The existential dread Fed into your head To disrupt your bed
There was a division in joy here you are, a toy A product for a girl or a boy A trajectory to destroy
It burns And it's sick Profitability earns Voluntary deaths are thick
Ledgers in the black A brand new Cadillac Picking up the slack A massive attack
Like, click or read Click, follow or subscribe Affirmation, indeed A pandering diatribe.
Just raw feels. won't be up long. needs revision and better execution. The tip but, not the iceberg. Thank you, lovely's <3
EDIT 01: This is absolutely slovenly. It makes no point of being concise and ultimately results in a collection of of words that loosely rhyme. this is trash.