najdłuższy palec świata
w y p i e r d a l a ć
less analyzing, more living kurwa
A stale organic cage. Incarceration
I'm in the stranger: Me
The user of my face; Beneath its guise I rot. A paradox in terms
Interconnected, fused. My words are its thoughts
I now share my self with my reflection
Straining to divide our twined formation. Duality within singularity
Coalescence done, the merging complete, the sentence carried out
The confluence, our interwound flows; Surges not to be fused
In this mental cage we absorb our selves. The only certainty is my suffering
My mind in constant pleas for an end to this concatenation
A struggle all in vain, we're both the same
Plug me in, reconnect me to my self
Plug me in, reconnect me to my soul
Gone are all my hopes, all my vain illusions
Deceived I dwell in me. In the core of my agony
I fade in this duress. I'm weakening
The one who claimed my front is now the claimant of my soul
Into the core of self, the neuro-axis, I fade within the fading core of self I am...
Gone-bound, lost, away, phased out, non-existing
