the freshest

[tangalae]

lines you feed
you feed your face
face it man ...
theres nothing here for
in this place theres
this nothing you find
you find this place
that finds you each time
and every way is such
such as you left it
such as you first did that long time ago when things werent as they are this time and your eyes do that somthing different when you look in the mirror, you cant see your face but the lines you feed your face find you facing the nothing youve found