Adrenological (исполнитель: Cire)
plastic bag of revelations. Count my patience in grams. Never "I am" just "was". Now sleeping. Words are useless. Brains are [bad word] and love to waste time, making reasons for hormone shifts we call fate. Our love and our hate are just inside-outside confusions. And all that I am is a malleable happening, and all that I have is this intricate web of beliefs... So I wash myself in condemnation for not seeing through this, and [bad word] trapped once again in this adrenal reasoning that apparently controls my ability to filter out, the [bad word] in this violent sea... of passion. [bad word] Sewn in my head. Reflexive blindness, intelligent fever. Sewn in my head. [bad word] to find that there's no meaning without this volatility, and [bad word] to hold on is the one and only way to feel.