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