I am our collective fear of dying of hunger,
running down the mountain bloody,
I will bite all of our necks
For a taste of flesh, a gout of blood, till we’re all dead.
I feel like there’s a city inside me and the lights go on and off,
and this place is less about me and more about who I’m not,
and the structure inside seems to go on and on,
no maker, no creator, no engineer, I swear I’m not making this up.
I am our collective fear of the apocalypse,
bringing about our end through the fear of it.
I don't think anything I write here will do justice to the artist who commited to this.
It feels like he lets his heart open up to you with vulnerability and colours of sorrow, confusion, frustration and hope. All at once. And it's genuine.
What does it all mean? Read the title. It all falls down in place and it's truly great. szczur