Відео

A parasite nests inside the womb A dreamless machine Whose networks run beneath the soil Basking in an eclipse Its domain of slumber A valley of static infinite and silent The fields grow quiet Cowering in a black suns shadow Wire burrows into the skin Blending with her veins All melting into the machine Pumping it with pulses of battery acid Waves that throb back through her flesh and mind In ...

a colony of wasps live inside of your television, on which the memories of life melt into video. what is reached beyond the peak of a mountain? what is lost when everything was given?

round and round yet it all looks the same

anyone can go mad, you just have to try

only God can save you now

you've seen it all now

if it were up to me, i would kill time but i don't have the time for that