Texty:
Alienation Mental Four Years Time Full Of Brutality

(Cover Of Carcass) Excised and anatomised, deviscerated disarray The torso diverged with pride Deftly amputated, evulsed limbs now defunct The trunk

Back to your own past indifferently and egoistic wishes the mass moves itself in the direction of the welfare follow your honour leader decompose

The machines grind everything what?s alive and you can have fantastic sense smile to the flames animal shrieks and cry why to engage with the people

of sufferings that don?t involve the aliens conscience become an alien that destroys the relish of living conscience becomes something else your inner alien

Shrunk in the inner circle the groaning cannot be heard a bad strategy in a naive space to listen to the erective instincts bloodied from the sense