Why Always Why

Why Always Why
They all looked as they shoul look
Just one, just one object among the rest
Don’t you know, consuming doesn’t make you exist
No agonies, no loves / No agony, no love
Absent from oneself, existing in a pit
Without will, without resist
Why Always Why
Disorder in yourself
In your formless flesh, an empty sequence
No end to repetition
Of social blah blah blah
They all looked as they should look
Don’t you know, consuming doesn’t make you exist
No agonies, no loves / No agony, no love
In a senseless sequence
Why Always Why