Affairs

Compton Chauncey
dark days follow this, used up conduit, fragile following, angers on its knees, standing humbly, door opened violently, see me? i wont scream, dont stop torturing, a lot less simply, if wed all just sell our seed for bastard chilling breed, take my hand i plea, just to see the scenes of bloody hypocrisy, above you i can see a doctrine of deceit, cant hold onto this feeling of queasiness, got needs to raise a fist, in the face i piss, calling all the kids, just take a look at this, darkened silent crypt, a new breed of laziness