Fuck Up Song

No raw distinction, a class erased
Keep cleaning, incinerating faces
Marrow gloating, crowning souls
Sorries til descent, believe your lies
Go drown, yearning in your eyes
What else can you steal, preserve as you end
Oh what a terror we face
I see myself as dust
Raw halos collector, true gatekeeping sinner
Oh when I look at your window
In the new manifest of destiny, can't you see that no one's free?
In the new manifest
The glow is still there
And the weird difference between life and death
But is there ever more time off? Is there ever?
In the new manifest of destiny, can't you see that no one's free?
In the new manifest
And it's the, it's the manifest through your window
The manifest is tasting overwhelming
But is this what the people want?
It's the destiny of body magic



Credits
Writer(s): Ralph Hayre
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