Schtimm Waybackthens
Faster/Stronger beats that heart
Bring the stake, the nails, the wine
Down into the coffin black
Distance: Six feet. Time: Unknown
As all kinds of predators long to tear flesh of your bones
Too much future/presence/electricity/reason/nothing/electricity
If I understand myself?
Digging holes, being away
Even ghosts believe in ghosts
And it’s too true to be good
Get your head checked brother Numb
Plugging holes heads ears and wholes
No ambitions
