no jacket fits
i snap it rips
split through my shoes
abuse the ground
stomp the world up side down
pound by dead pound
destroy the sound of serenity
dismember me every time you enter me
no medication
altering my concentration.
evaluation.
of an imagination
coming out from under the sedation
of useless information
influential entertainment
for each person there is a channel or a station
a nation stuck on imitation
a place with so much fakeness
there is no collaborating on what were making
so im stuck in the basement
i might as well just face it and erase it.
it's wasted
Great title, feels like it comes from real exprience, tactile, and explosive. Great rhythms and intensity...and the sense that only from this point of view can real creativity break forth. Like here.
