déja, comme des trous de vent, comme reproduit
small steps against inertia / echo of a dead end
holy throat hiss tracts to the sedative hypnotic
when sorrow shoots her darts
tehran in seizure / telegraphs in negative
fukt perkusiv/something about bad drugs, schizophrenics and grain silos...
something about eva mattes in the halo of exploding street lamps...
buzz of barn flies like faulty electronics
and the birds are about to bust their guts with singing
this thing between us is a rickety bridge of impossible crossing/bonfires for nobody...