Victims themselves of a close encounternDesperate abducters, constructers become infected, vexednBy an alien virus, so alien, so viralnLiving spaceapes, creatures, covered, smothered in ripe tentaclesnStimulating the audio nerve directlynYou wanna come flex with mennHallucinating senses individually, insiduoslynare in any combination, rhymicallynShifting gears, focus upon intensitynwait, big people a talk nobody try fuck with i-man claritynMind starts slippin to familiar tracksnBending warping, interfering with the factsnSensory language leaves us with no habit for lyingnWe are hostile aliens, immune from dyingnnDon't Harass me for not behaving correctnI only want to slide my arm round your necknInterpretation, electro-chemical stimulationnThe sensation you feel is entirely realnAll that we share is our struggle for silencenWe don't wanna bother with no arms house business,nno shooting no violencensensory language twist snake like a limbnFlexible, versitile, curious like twinsnTransparent in the way that it movesnWith sufficient memorynTo cut clean through you..nnVictims themselves, from a close encounternDesperate abductors, constructors, becoming infected, vexednBy an alien virus, so alien, so viralnLiving spaceapes, creatures, covered, smothered in writhing tentaclesnStimulating the audio nerve directlynYou wanna come flex with mennHallucinating senses individually, insiduoslynare in any combination, rhymicallynMind starts slippin familar tracksnBending warping, interfering with the factsnSensory language leaves us with no habit for lyingnWe are hostile aliens, immune from dying
Spaceape
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