the void where you accuse your doctors of insanity and fascist
national Golgotha I'm with you in Rockland cross in the void where you
accuse your doctors of insanity and fascist national Golgotha I'm with
you in Rockland losing the game of the ellipse the catalog the
meter & the tanked-up clatter of the coma roof they've come to drop
angelic bombs the in my dreams you walk dripping from