They have this life they know where they sleep every night the same spot they sleep alone yet nobody answers their phone being horny has passed internet down, gone, failed again. strange thoughts about in the darkness, in the silence the malted haze submerges its last penance into my soul. I am a leech lingering in my lair lying on the bed. The world grew eternity grew with it my ceiling opened this virginal feeling aloft I dive into the earth and its crust the sky, myself and my ego nothing to remember lost
