This edging has really got to you. This is some kind of out to lunch thing, God knows what's in the attic; all this masturbation's gonna make you fucking crazy, now all day every day
Sitting there blank and vacant. You don't want to cure this amnesia. I've already ruined so much of you; laid so much to waste. And I'm just going to keep erasing. There's no chasm if you can't see the sky.
