ÿþlynch.

a grateful shit



hey, clap your hands, show me your long corrupted cards

holding white flags up to the sky, singing loudly



dress right and dress left. "on my sign gather in the front!"

i'll show you, i'll teach you, you clumsy people



are my skills a bait for you? is water sweet to you? can you do nothing but indulge yourselves?

i snatched your eyes, i snatched your legs, made your voices bleach out



dress right and dress left. "on my sign gather up in the front!"

discard, spit out, dezintegrate



Like a Stalin.

I'm just a fuckin' imagery.



yea, it's not a thing i knew.

yea, the answer is nowhere to be found.

yea, now you have to realise it.

there's no "later" anymore.



translation: tenko

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