Gott ist tot.

fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou.

The rain falls down mellow like your sweat it soaks my hair and forms a mask across my face The raindrops get bigger and weigh down on my eyelashes I’m in a daze… moving so slow like I’m caught in the smoke I look down at my hands and they can’t seem to reach up They are being drained and sucked into the gutter my veins still stay attached I’ve become an octopus

.Bleed Me An Ocean.

.The God Machine Is Hungry For Individualism.

.our hearts pump backwards and we are drained of red.