Stumble in somnambulance so. Pre-dawn corpses come to life. Armies of the dead surviving. Armies of the hungry ones. . Only-ones, lonely-ones. Ripped up like shredded-wheat.
I'm feeling on top of the world. I'm feeling like I can't do wrong. I'm thinking everything is fine. I'm caught up in the smoke and the mirrors. . People that you think are your friends.
Fuck genius. What's an artist?. Dead words devoid of meaning. Let's drop them.. I know where they can go, but your neck is blocking the hole.. Let's start from zero..