Testo Session

Face Unlimited Days...Daze I Want To Tell you to go Kildare...I swear I never killed her I swear I never...nevermind Time... Seconds like the wrinkles bringing age Turn the lights off, calendars hide too many pages I can not tell you How the flesh upon your face Burns into a characticure Which enlightens no one and mocks your soul Oil drawing hair, I'm so scared Of old age dementia Old age senility Flowered serenity Old timer Annihilate the articulate Kill him for his words Faster bastards I'm getting tired Of false belief, obsolete impressioned structure Please refer to the scriptures And tell me I'm wrong