Primitive Load

Brace for the moire that comes at the ending
Take comfort that it's the only given
A guarantee
I'm flying on the backs of lesser angels
My feet laden with a primitive load
I can't believe the wreckage I made on the way
I'm in a trance but make no mistake
My eyes feel heavy but my mind is awake
With souls burning up the human inside
Let's consecrate a place to end this mess

I see a secret symmetry
In the shade it's clear that the world is a monarchy
Through the haze of industrial nations
If there's no stopping now we can do anything

You left a trail of decay behind you
We'll ride the thunder, our wild howls announcing us
A cold fury
I'm in a trance but make no mistake
My eyes feel heavy but my mind is awake
With souls burning up the human inside
Let's consecrate a place to end this mess

I see a secret symmetry
In the shade it's clear that the world is a monarchy
Through the haze of industrial nations
If there's no stopping now we can do anything



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Writer(s): Cloud Person
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