terça-feira, 9 de novembro de 2010

Butanum Warm

Warm up, scretched LPs ripping my ears out.
Out of body, of this world, and now i know.
Everything makes sense.

Burning crysis.

Such great highs, such great lows.
Screaming loops in my head.
And now i see.

Anesthetics, burning ecstasy.
Growling reverberations of every five senses.

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