there is no beauty in the eyes of art
only instinctual existence
versatile convenient technology
providing us with more time to destroy
Thirty more seconds a day
Seventy-five thousand seconds a year
more masturbation, more drugs, more violence
detoxified savior
drowning in trees
drugged demons
breathing mountains
faggot's legs spread open
charred flesh, crisp and fresh
a world of lost cities
burning away into the fury of the Sun
stars in her eyes
flames in her hair
the loving warmth of balance
a reality where positive is negative
and inside is out
become one in the channels of infinity
make love to the moon
give birth to Gods
the twinkle of damp Earth
shelters the priests
time is the spine
of the God Chaos
one hand holding conciousness
the other clutching our dreams
perpetual inverse
laid down with a curse
surrender your mind
open the gates
