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  • Sensations

    This is a song of other species played on instruments of destruction.
    A string of the most abysmal errors, we have created a composition now independent in itself. There is a decadence to its violent chaos – its collapse. It has become us.

    Unlocking sensations through flesh.

    Pressed.

    Our thermometer rises through infinite acceleration.

    Temptation.

    Each time, it breaks.
    Our hearts. Pulse
    Legs. Entwine.
    And lips. Kiss.

    We are mad like the night.

    This edifice enfolding us with its shadow of annihilation will lead us down into the irresistible dark. Searching for bodies. They come and they go, dissolving with the dawn.

    Flagrant coordinates, you and I.

    Withdraw.