he is anark. can you hear the sound of the phantom bell. people gather around. burn in his half-world hell. proto-overman. user of the dead hand. to the tower.
In this tower, the highest sea. There are no words, there are no dreams. There is no life, there is no day. And time is the eternal game. . In this tower on the hill.
Fuck me teenage I'm electric. Times are hard getting so more hectic. Man your brain's square you better get with it. You can wash me down your antiseptic.