sans rêve et sans merci
Corruptio optimi est pessima
say hello to the new church
this one is a party-racket
you will never sleep
you will say the right things
you will always feel guilty
everything is wrong
and
everybody knows it
do you remember that inner voice
it has its own words
the alphabet
is not it
imperfect material intelligence
what for
your brain hurts
better go back to the brain garage, someone put the wrong fuel in this one
you can see here how this part is almost completely eroded
save your diagnosis for judgement day
someone knocks on your door
she is looking for a lady with two children
she is high
you say sorry and you hope she finds them
she is embarrassed and it is late
if you lived here you would help her
but you do not
nobody does