F.T.W.

there is no right, there is no wrong

in why we live, there is only wrong

so radical, destroyed for nothing

and i don't care, i don't care anymore

remarkable, pulsating creature

into whose calves the poison flows

when it is wondrous

it makes us whole

to force a hammer and a nail

into its soul

journey to the end of the night

am i alright, do i look alright?

a car has killed you

and your corpse

has de-discouraged us

to never never never never look up

the scorpion in our chests

cuts the word to scar, powerlessness