Tekster:
Mountain Goats The Protein Source Of The Future Now

cool air falls through the venetian blinds and the planets in the heavens are perfectly aligned i take in my surroundings i memorize them all the scuff

how have we come to be mere mirrors to annihilation? whom do we aspire to reflect our people's death? for whose entertainment shall we sing our agony

felt sick, felt good the heat burns, old wood muscles in my arms pump like machines the jericho palm tree is plush and green bright sun, the new day