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• Artiste: Lost-in-Place
• Titre: Decomposed
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slipping dripping breathless gripping cataleptic poses slowly nowhere creeping holding it in for fear that anyone will hear the cracking bone the sickened killing blow racked, shake. cry or laugh again - can't know which through all this rip tear, shear, rage against a tidal fear a drowning man an undertow deathgrip eyes are walls (a stop at which reality prevented, awaits incomprehension). a never-ending serial, a parade of condescension piety, a new holy self-reinvention a subtle force, within yet alien draws the Earth up to your face swallow these words speaking is unheard breathing in futility in motion the perpetual truth: no one can hear you blades listen better than mother could or would from apathy to you, there is born a new truth no home nor harbor you stumble and nothing's bent just broken trashed, break. try to laugh again - can't quite reach through all this rip tears, fears, break against a barrier that drowns a man in overflow deathgrip eyes are walls (a stop at which reality prevented, awaits incomprehension). a never-ending serial, a parade of condescension piety, a new holy self-reinvention a subtle force, within yet alien draws the Earth up to your face swallow these words speaking is unheard breathing in futility in motion the perpetual truth: no one can hear you blades listen better than mother could or would from apathy to you, there is born a new truth no home nor harbor you stumble and nothing's bent just broken blackened iron gates for pain cannot keep it out nor in and magnetic tongues it seems to have for this where can one small rock stand on this wounded Land ash-blasted desecrate cannot emptiness abate you were not made for this - constitution slips suddenly, though over years Not one refuge is left to you standing on the edge anonymous and decomposed