Lyrics

Feature: the futureless! The paining of my chest! Pain me, money! Good old days Beliefs! On why it suffers to take communion Contending in stead of silent grasp Brief respite in constant voicing I'm sick of the noise Pulse oximeter monitoring for fun loose the voice Beliefs in office chairs! Armed with blank stare! Beliefs! [[Dreams, memories, thoughts Nostalgia and disintegration go hand in… Nothing sounds as good as "I remember that" I remember that I remember I ]] The world is quiet here A bundle of sand Some seeds, not a human soul to Snake its way into my heart The world is quiet here In the forest In the forest