Tocones jadeantes, helechos que susurran, hoy, ahora
me he dado cuenta, esta todo vivo. Las sombras no dejan de moverse
Nos rodean, viene a por nosotros, corred!
En el campo de humanos doblamos como plantas tronzadas. Miramos a los ojos a la puta
El universo tiene cara de zorra.
Rebota en la risa desdentada del redneck sociopata
una pregunta sin respuesta
"Sabes?"
La eskizofrenia nos llevó de la mano, cruzamos el puente
a traves de una garganta,
descendimos por las visceras lentamente
cual alimento tornado en deshecho.
Eramos como polillas.
Reboloteando y haciendo ruido alrrededor de un pitillo.
Fumamos luz, invita fenosa.
Amanecimos sucios, impios.
Radio eskorbuto.
Coros psicóticos
Mañaneo.
Muerte y desolación
Locura sin fin
Caras desencajadas por el speed.
Oligofrénicos babeantes.
zombies del mocho doblando en una piedra vomitando violeta.
El conejo psicotrópico verde nos observa en silencio
sentado sobre una caja repleta de estupefaccion etílica.
El es el chaman, el ácido cae de su lengua.
En la mano lleva una bolsa de magma,
huele a incienso cannabico
Hashsh Ashln, asesinanos.
Los arborícolas estan trepando por las ramas
Gritan descosidos famélicos absurdos
Embrozamiento
Un cadaver ha caido fulminado en el suelo.
Los locos danzan corriendo ladera abajo
Putrefacción
Quiero salir de aqui.
LLevame a la luz, necesito ver el Sol.
Sácame de aqui
Postramiento nefasto al borde carretera
Un demente es paseado por su silla de ruedas.
No siente que el ácido esta corroyendo
fractales en el asfalto
Has oido esa explosion?
Es mi cerebro crepitando.
Una mente en llamas se ha fugado.
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Breathless stumps, whispering ferns, today, now
I've realized, all is alive. Shadows dont stop to move on
They are surrounding us, they're coming for us, run!
At the field we bended like twisted plants. We looked into the Whore's eyes
Universe has the face of a bitch.
Bouncing in the redneck's toothless mouth,
there is a question without answer
"Do you know?"
Schizophrenia took us by the hand, we crossed the bridge
trought a throat
Descending by the entrails, slowly
like food turned into waste
We were like moths, fliting arround a cigarrette
We smoke light, Electric Company invites.
Dirty awakened at dawn, impious.
Eskorbuto Radio.
Psychotic chores.
Morninging.
Death and desolation.
Endless madness
Distorted faces by the Speed.
Slobbering oligophrenics
Kalimotxo zombies bending on a stone throwing up violet
The psychotropic green rabbit behold us in silence
sitting on a box full of ethylic stupefaction.
He is the shaman, acid falls from his tongue.
in the hand he holds a magma bag
smells like cannabic incense.
Hashsh Ashln, assassin us.
The arboreals are climbing up by the branchs
southing their heads off, starving, absurd.
Scrubbing.
A struck corpse dropped down on the ground.
The mads dance running down the slope.
Putrefaction.
I want to come out from here.
Take me to the light, I need to see the sun.
Get me out of here.
Grim confinedness at the edge road.
A demented is taken for a walk by his wheel chair.
He doesnt feel that the acid is corroding
fractals in the asphalt.
Have you heared that explosion?
It's my brain crackling.
A mind on fire has run away.
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