Neurasthenia
It was in a room fiction
One beat to the bed
Mystery at my slave
Give my chains some keys dear, reality is crumbling
From misuse, misuse, oh!
Can't you see that efficiency can't free you
To dash the corpus with duo be l but in binding y instead
Into foolishness I go, far from impulse
And out to neurasthenia for all
Autor(es): The Most Serene Republic
