Autumn Theory Paranoia For Breakfast
you'll never take me alivei stand on the edge of the
volcano watch the flames
lick my fingers as a rabid
dog would the hand that
feeds him step inside me my
ribcage is doorway into a
septic tank full of piss and
chlorine there is more to
heaven and earth that is
dreamt of in our philosophy
find your region of
nothingness your absolute
zero and abide in that state
