[One some terms I`m rather easily annoyed. Persons can be parasites, think of so called friendships, think of some govermental whorish institues. Let them fuck themselves into oblivion. So lovely to mirror themselves, might be senseless, but it feels good. It`s allright to give, even if you get not much in return, tides turn, just as long as it doesn`t eat you away.]
Insect, your host is dead
Make it come Take it down Back to the heavy basics
Vagrant, your host is dead Homeward, your host is dead Insect, your host is dead
Sleeper during the day At night high on thin air All that you bless Has grown from emptiness
Between word and world Lies the hurt and hurt the lies
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