We Haven’t Found a Cure, by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending

divulge the arcanum enshrouded underneath your lying eye
remember this insignificant sound
its playing out your concealed meditations 
on and on we'll play this by
imagine  how it be if all these people knew the tune 
on and on we'll play this by 
deleting all the words we choose to say  
as simple as it gets 
so go on humming 
go on singing 
you are evil 
Posted: 2005-11-02 04:51:40 UTC

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2006-10-06 05:13:19lost the lonely dead
halfway hummors me as it starts out like many others and then the last line is like a kick in the shins nice work