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Serrated pavement; mentality changes
For preserve of life
Lifeless acceptance of fear inside...
Still, I surmise
You wish for a dim-eyes demise of your mind
Traces of a life I could have had...
If servitude didn't pave the world

Weary beyond identity, just walking bleeding meat
Weary beyond identity...

Slowly I doubt
What they talk about
Am I just the mist on the mountain?
Clouds sewed shut with long intestines
Doing right with terrifying intentions
So I sit back, and I watch, as servitude paves the world...
So I sit back, as I watch it burn

Weary beyond identity...
Weary beyond identity...



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