I recall tomorrow presently, corpse to corpse
Like cut out paper knitted close tied dead souls
Chain smoking number crunchers, one step forward two steps back
I've grown fluent in a language
Whose literacy is classified.
Death glossed over into joint
Like cut out paper knitted close tied dead souls
Chain smoking number crunchers, one step forward two steps back
I've grown fluent in a language
Whose literacy is classified.
Death glossed over into joint