Imitating what I think is real, a time, a feeling past.
But was it really; still fucking humans, still bound by physical instinct.
Mindless, patheric.
The sounds remind me, the smells, the visions.
A pair trying to imitate but surrounded by cancer.
The sounds remind me, the smells, the visions.
Trying to imitate but surrounded by cancer ...
Trying to imitate but surrounded by cancer ...
Me!
But still desire to become one with the past, ancient and the sounds remind me.
Imitating what I think is real, a time, a feeling past.
But was it really, still fucking humans, still bound by physical instinct.