Spoken word piece with junk percussion and cut up lyrics and stream of consciousness.
It all started with the celebration of the art
Separated by declining amount of sounds
Regarding your shoe, do you prefer Jesus
when he's off duty?
This is clear, you can be, how come you have never been?
I'm actually surprised that I haven't received any complaints
Junkie and I expect similar things from a good summer of blood...
Two monochromes, lines of blood on the floor
postindustrial society seems to neglect all the negative aspects of life
I think death still leads us to seek happiness in things and your diabetic kidney
instead of this process
Before coming down among you
Before breaking your putrid bones
The fewer objects used, the better
Meatbodies, as if in its purest form
We are murderers
no second thoughts, ever.
Happiness in postindustrial society down among you
Death expects similar aspects of life
Before used thoughts neglect all objects
Amount of blood before breaking the better bodies...
How come you've never been Jesus?
Do you prefer your shoe?
The summer of meat sounds and your putrid bones,
death in its purest form.
I think we still are the murderers of this process...
I think we still are the murderers in this process...
I think we still are junkies in this process...
No second thoughts
Neglect all objects
Neglect all meat bodies
Neglect postindustrial society
Neglect your putrid bones
Neglect death in its purest form
Neglect the amount of blood
Neglect separated by the declining sounds
Neglect meat sounds