Nonprolific piosenki

Ensnared in a web of overlapping circles Infinite spheres of a twisted maze An unstoppable whirlwind of interlocked cycles An evergrowing frame until the end of days An endless seeker of happiness Mislead by the curves of being A mortal follower of time...

Buried, down, rotten, deep below Blackness, no air, light, fucking low Lost in a mine, a grave, nowhere to go Wet moldy lungs, waiting on death row Fear anxiety, cold insobriety Meditating in false piety Swearing an oath to insanity Leaning on whatever...

Don´t have time to wage the words The wound’s been open – now it bleeds Forcefed with pain – crave for more Lustfuly playing with an open sore Find it and know it Breed it and grow it Ride it and tame it Use it and aim it Searching for the source th...