Visions from yesterdays have materialized in the first corridor Disease greets us from the vacuum and the rats are floating in the holy waters Run for
[words: Rion Lipynsky] beware of the asocial artistry it is the husk of depravity behold the circle around me introduce the parasite to catastrophe
It all leads to that unexpected coma canyon All rooms are filled with liars and there is always a misplaced stolen shotgun somewhere the hourglass emits