translation is a loss when the casualties are patterned   with skilling treatment in manics so far removed   co-ordinating symptom is the echo of agony   abuse the flesh to trigger disgust   reinventing the noose whip of loyal lies   live it one at a time, live it one at a time, loathe it all the time   idle asylum ache splinters grace   escape bleeds out recovery   a seep in supply replaced wholeheartedly in a missing link of loss   complexity is hanging high to stimulate withdrawl   society's transparency will pick at collective thaw   everything is a disappointment in theory with sympathy as therapy   feel formal; feel forsaken   forecasting must secure in the cult of industry   when extreme compulsions crowned to revise a score   devoid of emotion with a hex on the wish   hardships will always benefit on choking from the role