Paroles de Panoptic

Plain clothes Duck decoys Continue steady Observation Rapt in the expansion Of an impregnable circle Imminent circle Canceled eyes scan For like minded divorce A dance with the damned with carpal tunnel syndrome My binary self-portrait operates like a traffic jam With obsessive resolution...pressing on. Damned. Step up foresighted blindness to a Panopticism Player piano spits out Pollyana noise Rehearsing for the death...of Gilgamesh. Growing out of patterns of ruin and grey into a knot that resolves itself But lifeless to your touch, I am content to distribute torque.