you always thought that reality is what you see you ment to feel that your sense was totally free no sick illusion, no false institution no dream to hold on, just the pure retronomicon
you never realised that life can be the perfect drug an imaginary colour screen, created without overdub of how to think and (of) how to act how to develop & of what you might expect
activating – the bleak seed of chaotic coil disintegrating – philosphy about godless turmoil degenerating – the lonesome frequency of life recapitating – the little jewel of entiety derived
I’m giving insight to the conflict relation between your desires & thought-strantulation you try to build up your own definition by pretending a world without recognition gift & poison can be the same intoxicate your mind & drown yourself in vain
you never tried to explore your mental range of will instead you chose to freeze intentions poisoned still without your own believe, fucked-up initiative without identity, just crap-banality
you always live for the moment next to come don’t waste a thought on things that could be done no more perspective, grotesque & distinctive contradictions analysed, built up & pulverised
wake up, it’s your decline! relieve from now, realis that it’s time to break it up, find a new direction I’m gonna shroud you in fog, give you a new interpretation