Feeble Mass

Fuck you from the back
Turn it over
Fuck you over
Stab it in the back!

We are clumps, A feeble mass
Completary in no way
A wordless begger sees the world

Characteristics come to life
Forms not so exaggerated now
Exaggeration is me... me.. the I... the one.

COLOR-FORM-FADED-MAN
WITH AN ERASER GOD
TIME TENDS TO BLIND