It's 3am. The house is dark and quiet. I can't sleep again. It's always the same dream, and I wake up, breathless and terrified. I look outside the window and the statue of Mary is overgrown and cracked, frosty, February grinds and cracks and crushes. If the window breaks, I'm truly fucked. It's the end of the world again, Wednesday.
WARNING FLASHING IMAGES
Each of these recovered servitors were found on an abandoned vessel in deep space. They were driven insane by ten thousand years of solitude and released from service in a humane manner.
Its another day indoors, the intention is there, but the execution is impossible, above the planet, inside the flowing rivers, the crypts and the living things are there
I saw it coming
Live on TV
The helicopter circling
The fires burning
It was a year before
We left the place
Filthy
And
Everything gone
Above ground
Above ground
Above ground
A trigger effect
provision for a scared girl
local teenagers
commandeer the insides
The law is their own
states are passed
bounty hunter track
Seek the unwanted
Attack view father
Hold the husband
What passes
For the state
Borders pills movement
Try to help
Strain conscience
the people are looking
Destroy