she waits to understand your fall over the seas of all the towns philosophy of the godless martyrs what if the sun didn’t rise? what if the moon never bloomed? what if we all disintegrated? lonely, lonely girl what are you going to do? within a computer of enlightenment in her room, sleeps never in the darkness of her room she waits to believe again when there won’t be blue alarms philosophy of the godless martyrs what if the sun didn’t rise? what if the moon never bloomed? what if we all disintegrated? what if the stars didn’t shine? what if we’re all on our deathbeds? lonely, lonely girl what are you going to do? within a computer of enlightenment lonely, lonely girl what are you going to do? within a computer of enlightenment in a black shirt, in bed she lays alone cold porcelain lifeless face of hers she becomes one with ambients of the early, early morning around 5 it’s lonely before the world wakes up and she sees her television static is it too late for her and us all? and she walks around the city walking into the ambient, an lonely girl

This is a gem.

I wonder how is that lonely girl is doing