The Unequalled Visual Response Mechanism - Disharmonic Orchestra

Received a package with a bestial grunt

Between two flattened streets patrolled by

Thoughts

A mechanical taste in my mouth

Seems to be my last demand

My words walk in the groove

Hacking through my bleeding heart

Although my lips they moved your voice

With teutonic freeze into the deep

And the silence I observe

Says it’s worth a little pain

No matter where no matter how

The silence I observe, it’s worth the pain

The silence I observe, my bleeding heart

The silence I observe