Texty:
Thought Riot Shattered Mirror Syndrome

When I looked and directed my gaze to the drives of life, the drives of my age, what I saw left me with a sick feeling inside. Happiness, distorted and

It's been suppressed and kept hidden, but I feel compelled to point out that history's demonstrated lack of maturity in the power scene. So we must be

inside. Arms are so prone to flights of fatigue. Sometimes just holding on is in-itself challenging. All the dirt collects in the wounds leaving me consumed. Sometimes just one thought

train of thought let me tell you that: I'll live my life resisting as long as you keep riding that train of thought

The only life I've come to depend on has turned against me. What am I to do when there's nothing left? No one left for me. The only one who can change

What? left now that we crawl over every stretch of earth we want millennia of wars with things that didn? know that they were at war with us. We fought

Poison free, now living life so pure. Tell me, have all your addictions been cured? When you mark your fist, what? going through your mind? Is this your