This is the same
Profusion of
What already
Has been said now
There’s a lack
Of what will torn
This little world
Into the dust
That will then form
The shining corpse
That was once our
Projection of
Desires and
Im-pul-ses
All we receive and give
Is not even from our own
It flows in one direction
Through voiceless empty braincells
To stay in minds that have been
Cleared up to death
Echo
All we receive and give
Is not even from our own
Echo!
Echolalia!
We will not hatch,
We will not break our
Shell made of mirrors!
We will repeat
Until we find
The very core
Of what had been
Frightening us
We will not hatch
We will not break
Our shell made of
Mirrors and fake
Conceptions of
What dwells by our
Side and what is
Our inner truth
Stop for ten seconds
And hear what we plagiarize!
(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10)
Ah!
Echolalia!
We can’t stand to watch
How our world is torn apart
Shredded into pieces of
False information
Ramifications of what
We have been told
That will spread this fever
Of deadly stuckness
Echo
Shredded into pieces of
False information
Ah!
Echolalia!
