I’m rigid, intense and stubborn, as self-centred thoughts occur to me. I dwell in them as in ruined streets, where my feet step beneath the lights. Images on walls, agitprop in colossal heights. I loathe of them, as I shift my sight to escape in you. Hatred of purity, existence and war. Adoring corruption down to the core. Laying down in our field of oaks. Past the towers, fences and choirs. Gloom is gone, what’s left is ours. Laying down in our field of oaks. Windows, walls and flooded roads. The erasure takes you, takes me. Betrayal, the past, the thoughts. The lie that we are we. Hatred of purity, existence and war. Adoring corruption down to the core. Laying down in our field of oaks. Past the towers, fences and choirs. Gloom is gone, what’s left is ours. Laying down in our field of oaks. They are they and we are we. In our field of oaks. We are rigid, intense and stubborn, as self-centred thoughts occur to us. We dwell in them as in ruined streets, where our feet step beneath the