Epicene (The)
Feeble Mass
Fuck you from the back
Turn it over
Fuck you over
Stab it in the back!
We are clumps, A feeble mass
Completary in no way
A wordless begger sees the world
Characteristics come to life
Forms not so exaggerated now
Exaggeration is me... me.. the I... the one.
COLOR-FORM-FADED-MAN
WITH AN ERASER GOD
TIME TENDS TO BLIND
From Letras Mania