Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)


Let me into the rage, inside your mind,
The fire burning in your eyes, terrifies
But I can’t look away from the light, if I do
I think I’ll go blind
I just want to cool your power
— Pain Teens, Cool Your Power

by 7.3

And all you are is all you are…
I’m so sorry (for you) I’m sorry…
So all hail the new flesh,
because it suits me fine…
— Strapping Young Lad, All Hail The New Flesh

fading light