Paroles de Cold Comfort

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