intsall...
syntex set...
run SETUP.EXE...
break right
turn left
breathe
swing once...duck back
breathe
i stepped into a dream once...
analog space continued into real time streaming before time pendulum swung twice and space
vices lost three at a time
i want to blink...
but the program wont let me
walls of numbers
like the glass ones of reality
where everyone is bedazzled by faceted stones
strange broken...slick
ingenious in fact
slave out the one who has nothing upstairs because he'll do it anyway
break the faith
breathe
two guns
-B.A.C. LEVEL POINT TWO SEVEN NINE-
breathe
one ton of info...and you have no where
to go
break me
if i knew how to beg i might start on my knees
but i'm breaking my teeth on these fuckin walls of naked glass
torturing myself with thoughts
breathe
they told me to go get my ass kicked
when i blinked there were two men on the ground
i'm bleeding
breathe
turn out the lights
break silence and pray for me
i'm the mark not the gunner
just remember
you can't kill what you can't see
-contact lost-
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