All Gone from Flesh Hole by Junkyard Shaman

Alone, life alone, no eyes to see
I hear words, worlds born out of words
I exist in peril, words destroyed, ruins,
helpless worlds, endlessly suffer.
Singled out thoughts on magnetic tape loop
repeating all over,
same and same all over,
repetitive junk, boring existence
endlessly suffer.
Repeat endlessly
at arms reach life to take
my own life to take
just one word and all ruined all gone
ruined words repetitive mind
alone, endlessly suffer.
Blabbering bladder,
junk mind, no eyes no mind
no thought just repeat loop
magnetic thoughts repetitive
thoughts all gone
endlessly suffer
no more thoughts
no eyes to see, junk mind
junk existence
all gone
all gone
all gone
all gone.

• Experimental
• ambient
• avant garde
• drone
• post-industrial
• sound art
• Taipei