an infinite wall of noise; cyclical laps around this track. here we are encaged in spaces of our own making,, indulging in images of pain. finding harmony in ultraviolet. our sorrow echoes and bounces off these 4 walls, coming back to us in unexpectedly powerful doses, overflowing our senses with repeated frames of our lowest moments. will there be a future for us if we continue to stay in this same state?
an infinite wall of noise; cyclical laps around this track. here we are encaged in spaces of our own making,, indulging in images of pain. finding harmony in ultraviolet. our sorrow echoes and bounces off these 4 walls, coming back to us in unexpectedly powerful doses, overflowing our senses with repeated frames of our lowest moments. will there be a future for us if we continue to stay in this same state?