You're fucked from the start Pay your rest in total obliviousness and mime this ancient game. Impaired. Another sycophant is born Questions... Changes... Deceit evolved... Nurtured... Curse worshipped... Hidden solace... A protagonist in a story that wakes up every morning to repeat its life It is a different kind of simple... ignorance... This lavishing pride, that howling fatigue absorbs all logic You cannot think You cannot speak You cannot.
Axiom by A Million Dead Birds Laughing | Lyricster
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