is this me on the drums?

Christ photo face, years of trippy scenery
Decoded misanthropic mysteries shrouded in mechanics sit suddenly at a distance
From the techno lovers that waltz out into space age optimism
The hope that we did say what we can
Destruction of plastic figurines,
Goody descendents tell stories of mastery
Of things relinquished and melancholy
Entropy walks with a cerebral decode
Happy hour at the end of the world
This hand sunk below the level of weakness
Carried me home, dead and the robbery worth it.
Said equal fascination, cards on the table
We’re talking about after effects of lecture after dark,
The asset of ministry is as equal as sunny loyalty under the flame of novelty.

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