i fell and scraped my knee felt like a child an invalid, it's what i am i didn't deserve that so angry with something unseen who assaulted me, a lady lady or madam words that are antiquated and sound silly the old steal from the young past voices will scream at me forever the still young loathe the aging they don't even know why it's because everything is so messed up the elderly must have caused this somehow, and they did but feign ignorance pretend things were never like this even though they sowed the rot themselves the young don't quite know what the aging have done to them what are those mf-ers hiding? they must have done something some concealed sin now nothing will get them to talk the young suffer have their souls drained brains broken, bodies poisoned and the elderly know exactly as they doublethink they don't that in order for them to live past expiration the systems of abuse they've built with their own hands through perverse incentives of win or die that now feed off the young unbeknownst to them, parasites until the near end comes too soon they won't see it coming the mechanisms must persist and the aging must protect its secrets lie for it a codependent who thinks their ex still loves them or ever did they knew when they signed their names self-ensnaring in their creation all that they've birthed all that they are [lossless audio available at vumantra.bandcamp.com]