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I dig through the soil and the shit

Looking for a heart, a heart that fits

Fits my disordered dense existense

No sense at all – so fucking immense

Trivial looks from trivial minds

Mine of all does not fit trends

Track and trace – modes of time

Behold; let beauty be our all time aim

Eager sigh, delightful in bliss

Not in mind a single simple wish

On the surface, static ‘sure face’

Aesthetic patterns pulse our days

In techno we lay

Our fading faith

Fade away – leading where?

A look around reveals nothing to me

Glass bodies – empty eyes

No wonder humanity dies

We shall all fall!

Passion - the only thing we need to enjoy

Torment - the only thing we know is for sure

Before my eye – I see the lie

That dies is reflected in my eyes

It’s forever gone – betrayed by silence

We shall all fall – it’s consistent