Wisp Of Tow (исполнитель: Minsk)
Life ends as leaves fall. Occam’s razor strikes again. Can I dance if I have no soul? If I go under will you find me cold? And if I travel to distant lands, would you walk beside me and hold my hand? Blessed realization. Blessed consternation. Suffering from aberration. Sores ignored panic restored. Consuming the [bad word] of our labors. We are the aberration