Null by Intronaut

Sores Will Weep

by Intronaut· from Null

Making allegations of questionable value How can you right what isn't wrong? All our preoccupations, all of out pretensions Placated to the point of retardation This distinction in unfakeable These flaws are unavoidable This is a hippopotomac landmass And we can't even coexist Automatons and our prehistoricisms