algebra suicide - lethargy | Текст песни

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• lethargy

Everyone is so boring:

No cure for colds, no carlot chases,

Nothing to make this a faster asteroid.

Even your fevergiving drone makes me pensive,

Puts me at a melancholy pace, as if embodied in an egg.

I should gloss like a glass fish

Freeze oxygen at midnight and thaw it at dawn,

Plow fields just to make the earthworms nervous,

But instead, I am ready to throw bricks (but only something as dull as bricks);

Pardon me

While I

Strip and melt.