There are evenings when language crawls up the walls
And the words glow like teeth rolled in shit
A sick infinity multiplies in the carpet
And there's a beauty so terrible it’ll eat itself
But you’re just lying on a dirty floor
With your neighbors and the neighbors before them
Same weird music, same broken thought
“Oh fuck, what have we done to ourselves...
Everything and everything and now this too. “
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