Cold Comfort (Haujobb)

Extreme real dream perpetually hammering moving pictures around some smell of industry don't know what's happening something fills me up with greed i feel cloned yes i am home Order forms originals same shit a million times equal products compete with each other for to breathe never leave a stable existence fixed fragments of a single entanglement Maintain a constant pulse beat close to the environment planet me rotation so necessary neverending clarity excluding any possibility trust me we define everything