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On the Brink
02:40
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Keep your seat warm and find an excuse not to move. Campaign your apathy, neglect your existence, your time misused. Throw in your towel, just fit the mold, bowing to clones. Don't look at your hand, you know you'll just fold, quitting the game, you're all the same.
Pruning back the worst excesses, vine by vine. Cataloguing faux successes, biding time. Fragmenting all defenses, crossing lines. Realizing the full potential, of what's inside.
I'm on the brink of full separation, taking ownership of my life. I'd rather sink then move with the ocean, the current that pulls you will never slow me. Wild claims and false accusations, nothing more than a worn out trick. Sweat in my eyes yet my hands are steady. The crowd that controls you will never fool me.
Wake up wake up before your eyes are branded shut. The hot iron is smoldering on the table, waiting for you to just give up.
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Quarry
02:41
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You crawled away as I struck the match. I didn't stay long enough to see the flame, never looked back to see if Eurydice came. Can't change the past, no point in saying sorry as I continue my trek to the quarry.
I dig in this man made pit, you dwell in your self made hell. I choose to make the best of it, at least what's left of it. Stripped and scavenged decades before our birth, trapped between diapers and dying, lamenting our days on earth. breaking stones with your bones, grinding teeth into powder. When only dust remains the sound of survival becomes louder.
We are machines fighting to be human. Theory can rot, it's not what you're taught. You choose to wait, to sit, and neglect the rest of it. Breaking stones with your bones, grinding teeth into dust. When only truth remains, who is left to trust?
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Last ones
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What will you say when they figure out you gave up everything for nothing? And now you live a life full of sorrow and pain. You should've known everything you do comes out to the light. That's just the way things go.
Tell me what we did to deserve this, was it the loss or the lack of self respect? You had a chance to change your mind, no more time to convince you.
We are the last ones left, we are the last ones standing.
The look on your face when they figure out you gave up everything for nothing. Now you live a life full of sorrow and pain, full of hate. You've just figured out you have nothing to lose.
We are the last ones left, we are the last ones standing.
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