grinding, fractured
fighting bones in a moshpit.
bloody and torned refrigerated pieces of our body.
oh rotten sanctuary
moving matter
forget your world
you are my world
we are ina
rotten sanctuary
grinding our pains
nuclear reaction
against the wall
fukoshima disaster.
dead all around us...
as pirates ina distant galaxy,
as exhaled free radicals ina fantastic and invisible bubble...
pls, amend this wounds,
it's just a little break!
and you are the future;
instrumental rant.
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