[One some terms I'm rather easily annoyed. Persons can be parasites, think of so called friendships, think of some govermental whorish institues. Let them fuck themselves into oblivion. So lovely to mirror themselves, might be senseless, but it feels good. It's allright to give, even if you get not much in return, tides turn, just as long as it doesn't eat you away.]



Insect, your host is dead



Make it come

Take it down

Back to the heavy basics



Vagrant, your host is dead

Homeward, your host is dead

Insect, your host is dead



Sleeper during the day

At night high on thin air

All that you bless

Has grown from emptiness



Between word and world

Lies the hurt and hurt the lies