The time of crying little death
Finding the clock worn down
Eating the universal space fabric
Turning an electronic impulse
Into a CDO CDS SPV JGB
Treasury securities
Finding the energy of real, ordinary lives
People gathering in doorways
They know and loveandhate each other
Time to dispose of the outer skin
Feel the shards of inner pain slice outwards
The goonish ugliness of modern life
The illusion of greatness
Thriving on nothingness, evil incarnate
Rotting in the desert, barely alive
His natural state, he’s there forever
I see a strange button in time
Find The Throne