Pillory piosenki

Dust. Nothing but dust with a memory. An accident, miss-adapted. Rational thought is a false sense of mastery. And we continue to lead the food chain. Dip-shit peons. Vulgar screams encased in fleshy shells. Thrust into decline, held back by ego. From scream t...

It never ends. Or maybe it just doesn't start. Either way it feels like I've been waiting. Irritated as a hangnail in a fingerfuck. Useless as an asshole in a pissing match. Can't help but be grating. The atmosphere dissipating. Listen to the fools elevated to...