severed limbs along the railroad

persuaded by insanity
the x at the corner of all things

how to recognize passion
choke on a pint of liquid books

sober and bored
got to stay stuffed

everybody laughs, nothing is real
being social feels like work

trust is blindness
the stench of future slaughter



(an edited version of previous texts which has now become lyrics)

needs make us needy

hurling towards extinction

the chance at life is lost on us

fighting over the remains

clear visions of oblivion

clogged wormholes

carbon wasteland

the endless stench of bullshit

all is gold

until you look for it

trial and error

banks without locks

crawling out of corners

the pattern of logic

has become random