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all these years misinterpreted. my mental so typical.
the instruments are so cold. strapped to this table, this slab burns. tighten the clamps, i can barely twitch. your essence is more to cringe at.
hit rewind so i can do it right this time around.

tunnel vision straight into the wall.
i heard the screams and cries across this country. i lost sleep. i felt the injection and i lost the pain.
pestilence i. ved into my veins.
cities to salt, the greatest societies crumble and you keep screaming in my ear.