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The great truth is there isn't one |
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And it only gets worse since that conclusion |
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The irony of being an extension to nothing |
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And the force of inertia is now a vital factor |
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And there is despair underneath each and every action |
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Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness |
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Burning bridges becomes a habit to support |
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And the front line expands like there's no tomorrow |
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I envy the maggots |
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Their stuff at least sticks together |
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Better than laudations of misinformed seers |
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And those are lengthy annals of shame that we work with |
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It's like dumping dead meat at the brink of Styx |
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With a barge that we made of what was left of Yggdrasil |
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After veterans of spiritual revolts were done with their armchairs |
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And I don't even remember which brink is which |
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The odour of sanctity is just refined stench of existence |
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Shining pearl of Augeas' crown pales in comparison |
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And there is despair underneath each and every action |
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Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness |
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Burning bridges becomes a habit to support |
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And the front line expands like there's no tomorrow |
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The grotesque eagles of misfortune, well fed on Thanatos, sit still |
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It's the dignity of scavengers at the ever growing garbage dump of life |
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There is something about the rigid posture of a proper, authentic blind |
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As if extended arms reached to pass his blindness onto others |
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