Upon The Burning Of The Human Compass
by Autokinoton· from Tour Pressing
Our viens - corrode - we are the cathode ray - all lights - will dim - and out come the prying eyes, out come the groping hangs - the streets turn wet - from the lipstick and the land jets - while the red eyes - devour - all the neon lights - there's just enough time to fuck them all - just enough time to sweat it out - no, no, no, no homes to sleep in - no no, no, no hearts to rest in