Give me the cancer i'd rather taste death the efficacy of attrition such a success, regardless of intent these words are all that's left of things i
As seasons change Every day remains the same Such a feat to change the thread to cloth Such a waste, these thoughts become dust Such a feat to change
Her life's reflected in the night, the shadows hold her tight when the wind distorts her face revealing someone she does not know [group chant] and
The degradation of symbiosis, archaic resolve, modern deception rectified in nothingness as my hand strikes you down my right hand shall strike you down
