Last thing I remember. I was sitting by the window. Speeding like a bullet. Through an urban jungle ruin. . That was when I heard the sound. . The smoke was like a blanket.
All of us go through our lives. And never stop to think for a second. We producs and impenetrable womb. And seal our existence. Controlled by boundaries of mind.
We blame others for the problems. that we create for ourselves. Too scared to look inward for the fear. Of seeing what we see in them. . Anger. Hurt. The hidden guilt manifests.
'Progress' is not progress, it is everlasting destruction. Technology is backwards. . Born of MACHINE. Worship MACHINE. Slave to MACHINE. Become MACHINE.
Isolated so long, blighted by the first frost.. Longing for the warmth of human touch.. Through this wall of ice I can see you.. . Callous only outside, from the kicking.
The presence unfound comes to me now. Endure, see this knowledge denied out of mind. To deny - Until I say - Feed us alive. Sight as I speak - Inside us born.
On lasts the kill in the cold - the crush. Succumbs humanity - the blind will lead. The walk. (Coal shoved into my skull - the time). (Of beasts - a time to rise).
Through silver in blood. We stand judged not by. Eyes of flesh, when. Transit times cross. Prey vision consumed. . Bleeding one. Bleed alone. Breeding love.