>>16783474>>16783460>>16783446>>16783438>>16783431>>16783426>>16783413>>16783402>>16783393>>16783381>>16783367>>16783354>>16783348>>16783346>>16783340You are a worm through time.
>The thunder song distorts you.Happiness comes.
>White pearls, but yellow and red in the eye.Through a mirror, inverted is made right.
>Leave your insides by the door.Push the fingers through the surface into the wet.
>You’ve always been the new you.You want this to be true.
>We stand around you while you dream.You can almost hear our words but you forget.
>This happens more and more now.You gave us the permission in your regulations.
>We wait in the stains.The word that describes this is redacted.
>Repeat the word.The name of the sound.
>It resonates in your house.After the song, time for applause.
>We build you till nothing remains.The egg cracks and the truth will emerge out of you.
>You are home.You remind us of home.
>You’ve taken your boss with your boss with you.All hair must be eaten.
>Under the conceptual reality behind this reality you must want these waves to drag you away.After the song, time for applause.
>This cliché is death out of time, breaking the first the second the third the fourth wall, the fifth wall, floor; no floor: you fall!>How do you say “insane”?Hurts to be happy.
>An earworm is a tune you can’t stop humming in a dream: "Baby baby baby, yeah."Just plastic.
>So safe and nothing to worry about.Ha ha funny.
>The last egg breaks now.The hole in your room is a hole in you.
>You came and we let you in through the hole in you.You have always been here, the only child.
>A copy of a copy of a copy.Orange peel.
>The picture is you holding the picture.When you hear this you will know you’re in new you.
>You want to listen.You want to dream.
>You want to smile.You want to hurt.
>You don’t want to be. 