Longform

We never know whats coming next
I have no clue, i just continue
And gather scenes for my next guess
In (from the rues, an artifact)

To place an installation now
For all to come, and (breathe) what they think about
You (define then) torn apart
The recognizable (shapes on this case when it)
Start!

We waited for this day to come
And now its here so we can leave where
We can not you know it just because
That speech you wrote, you won't give up

So stand besides, indubious ones
With conquered eyes, the things that there living on
Suicide, your repertoire
They criticize us, to create this relation to
Us!

Go!
You're a fiend!
Go!
You old fiend!

Move on
Move on