No sacred crop without tainted soil
Behavior as expression of terminal reversal
Behavior as expression of terminal reversal
No sacred crop without tainted soil
Discrete weapons for discrete wars in discrete people
Natural selection in dulling the pain
Think it through
Feel it through
Think it through
Feel it through
Philosophical justification and assembly manual of form and function
We exist for your skyline to have
We exist for your skyline to have two
No benefit subsists in him confiding with the biological frame
Discard the uncomputable
Prove your algorithmic faith
An intervening force that persuades the rationale to
Operate free from self-interrogating purpose
She searches out the bled through limbic sight
A ceaseless ironclad mission with aims to circumvent death
Yet residing in the morgue to console the victims
An intervening force that persuades the wound to open up
And liberate its tender captives
Please will him my hands and to her my heart
The deeds of the property demand concession to the discoverers
Exhausted of these options, preying on another leafy offshoot
The moons will graze on my body
A carnal fable to relinquish shame while they still can
Smoldering in options, all of the children never born
The Cartesian vet circumnavigates his temptation to withdraw
The moons will graze on my body
A carnal fable to relinquish shame while they still can
Begging for attraction
Enabled to inaction
Embarrassed to exist
Craving exemption as if one can dissect and discard whatever they choose
An anguished lust for wholeness in part
Why?
This time will change everything