[Immortal Nightbody]:

watching pornography never beyond flesh
Jonathan Grisham I wrestle with progress
3000 bars but I am not Andre
words that I sing don't mean a thing
I am a parasite not even malachite
ease my anxiety, fuck my sobriety
all consuming
self abusive
thoughts intrusive
do got a cause,
cause is the capital
manic depressive I can't afford therapy
really in shadow, you living vicarious

ten toes on the bluff, from a great height
paper chase blind with the loaded low lives
half an 8 ball and a full st. ides
we are not similar, of the same kind
bitch, you homogenous,
I am the opposite
of expectations but I am exceeding them
even that shit is tedious
simple units of time
trace the space in my mind
Lysergic acid
diethylamide

[Immortal Nightbody, Rhys Langston, Pioneer 11]:

the walls are melting
the walls are melting
the walls are melting
the walls are melting
the walls are melting
the walls are melting
the walls are melting
the walls

the walls are melting
the walls are melting
the walls are melting
the walls are melting
the walls are melting
the walls are melting
the walls are melting
the walls

[Rhys Langston]:

Man, I feel like Gorbachev on Zoloft
huffing insulation in the undercroft
selling them pieces of drywall
to get my fix
in the American sector
with Lord Quas bricks
persönlich, slurring the side
of mein schwarzen Judengesicht
ja natürlich, stopped and frisked
and spun the block with pieces
in a game of risk

hole punching through partitions
spiral-bound to nervously break down
before my half life
jackknife with a jackhammer
in Chalet Edelweiss
tut mir leid, mouth full of marmite
coughing up plasma and crisps
high-pass filter on stilts
when the dikes bust
and the North Sea
floods the continent in glacier mists
melting walls will diffuse in
Germanic languages