Marrow in the Circuitry - Jeromes Dream

This is a broadcast

On disgust for thought, destroyed by

Nails through

A black tongue

Defy

Hollowed

Alone in

Your quest

For reason

For these when

Now to feed old bone

Mash to an ardent young herd

Who stand on the brink

Of where you die alone

Nails through

A black tongue

Defy

Hollowed

Alone in

Your quest

For reason

Because we

We want you

To know we don’t know

We want you to die slow

We want you

To know we don’t know

We want you to die slow