not to survive

Dear goddess

Crash into the crystalline damp of the full moon

Offer naturalist opium

Cancel the apocalypse

And buy me a drink

How much is gonna cost to slaughter a mirror?

Earth-core makes my throat sore

I can quote any pop artist:

Death and destruction

Asthma – just a touch

Paranoia – just a touch

Valley of death – just a touch

Sensationalism – just a touch

Who wants to be a decoy?

Plenty of mucus in bronchial tubes

Fragments of glass in the sea

I am not bullet proof

I want to buy some hard liquor

Based on crimes and lies

Our writing sleeps

Abyme

Discuss our tactics

To fight the mirror

I see the moon

In the valley of extraterrestrial activities

Be feel indulge

Ongoing depression

Unsuitable anthology of madness

Falling

Ballad for Bad Boys

I expect brutality and exploitation to appear

Bad Boys

One case in point:

Todesfuge – sleep with the machinery

Plain looking caftans and flowing skirts

Going along with an old hat input

Sex kittens

In a courtroom drama

I would choose not to survive