Paroles de Memento mori

The Academy Is...

This will die out.
Narrative: fear. a fever is dancing in stride with our metronome memory
Hipocracy here. painting a portrait that's dripping with crass composition
Fumbled trust, the father is dead. cathedrals are burning
Lies fuel fires, fear burns red, now i'm cold. ***going inside of our heads.
When we whisper: danger, danger, pull the lever. turn the page and i burn better in the morning.
Heartlessness. narratives. christ, where'd you go?
Impassioned. abandoned. why, you were wrong.
This will die out.
Narrative fear. a fever is dancing in stride. metronome memory.
Hipocracy here. it's painting a portrait that's screaming "the silence of dying."
Fumbled trust, the father is dead. cathedrals are burning.
Lies fuel fires. fear burns red and i'm cold. ***going inside of our heads.
When we whisper: danger, danger, pull the lever and i burn better in the morning.
Heartlessness. narratives. christ, where'd you go?
Impassioned. abandoned. why, you were wrong.
*long random talking*
Heartlessness. narratives. christ, where'd you go?
Impassioned. abandoned. why, you were wrong.
We've forgotten how to read. we've forgotten how to believe.
The text has gone dark. the author receeds.