Ignore reason and let the unworthy enjoy you in secrecy
Taut, tired and up for sale
Picked your perfect distress
Stick in a pin as a marker
Whenever you see fit
Things went too wrong too many times
Consider it lumber
And set alight, alight
So go die slow in time,
or reclaim the subject of empty self.
I know you do exist,
but too far in the past.
We follow the echoed lines you borrowed
The hours you’ve taken
The sinew you’ve torn apart

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN