More to the left, language?
How was that, identity?
DOES NOT MEAN A THING!
The discourse is:
One million blades make a bed
Do not want to get mowed down
Oh god damn
When you are 70 degrees
148 heartbeats and quickening
with individual autonomy
You are finally FREE of subjectivity
Latex gloves Flourescent lights
A sensory holding cell
With no love no heartbreak
No pop song stuck in head
No pop song stuck in head
Just breathing ecstatic
(for the sake of breathing)
(for the sake of breathing)
