Monolithic (Brazil)

purse your lips until they’re white drag me kicking into night didn’t I want to be free or do I want to be right only you can deprogram only you can understand only you can take the blade and cut [the gag] from my mouth the dusty book on your endtable taught you how to make a lethal fragmentary detonator from common household thoughts you put a fistful of salt [in my eyes] this is what it was like my thoughts my eyes my face my skin my heart my bones are slowly becoming computerized