Nostalgia i’m eating a man’s joy wriggle his voice confiscate his eyes’ light being rich by exploiting his poor heart i bark to wake him up at night you can see me in him while kicking his ass but he just smiles i’m eating a man’s life keep selling this poor man super expensive posters of a woman of a country of a meanningless thing of a… sorry it’s time for supper 04.03.04