(0121) hallucinations without truth

falling out from the bottom of irreconcilable differences. hanging over the last signs of a false positive.

at this rate, nothing will ever start making sense.

hallucinations without fact. hallucinations without truth.

by the time i finally showed up, i was much too late.

replicating feeling without meaning is a lost cause. take this shovel and start digging until the sky turns red. my dream has already ended.

my name is scab, and i'm from the future.

dogs and cats are trying to tell us everything we don't want to be told.

if you let go of me, i'll never forget.