Light up the picture at world's end
Confirm my own existence
Transparent fingertips in this collapsing world
This is just like a womb where you'd expect a fetus
Neither stream nor stagnation are painted with colour
Slumber is repeated day and night
The cold of snow and the wind of autumn
Inside the dream there is only satisfaction
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The green of garden and red diodes
Laughter and sobbing
Inside the continuous strain there is nothing but screaming
Happy monochrome thing
Near hand's distance of reach is everything
Never outside and never will be
The space is no longer expanding
In hundred thousand lux the eyes are baked
Becoming blind
Thoughts from the standpoint of unbearable nausea
Everything exists
Nothing does not
The bottom of the box is a plain styled mirror
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Tender world, tough outer wall
Harmony and discord
Inside the continuous strain the reckless screaming continues
If you weren't born who would
Take your name?
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The green of garden and red diodes
Laughter and sobbing
Inside the continuous strain there is nothing but screaming
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Harmony and discord
Inside the continuous strain the reckless screaming continues