Becoming MisfortuneAs we bow and plow right through their needs...
And in finding the reason it failed is cause i wasnt there
And lowering conciousness taking in guilt because i wasnt there
Its finalll
The sworming life of infamy
Never gave up
Finding Level Groundnow the water is rising,
up to meet us above the ground
and the setting of tides still life
life was a fury u falsely denied
its talking back,
and now the water is rising
and now the water is rising
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Salvage The StructureSalvage what's left, start from the ground up. Make room again. To start from the ground up.
I can't build a dream over and over. It's horribly bold.
Salvaging structures in hope returning. In turn we must change everything. Eyes of fire.
Sending word over the surface. Eyes of liars. Tearing their wings at the surface. I can see what went
on when they fold. It's a spawned liberation, swarming like low effort blows.
So it's too late too cold. Stop the storm. And suffer yields. Season went down.
It's a dead end life list. We will prevail, and start from the ground up. We will prevail, and start from the ground up.
Find someway. We built the way out. Spawning time, the dawn of life.
To All Things ExpendableAnd in the beating filth that festers. A crowning life. The blocks us in our path.
One step too many, in the wrong direction. This night will mark.
The. Coming of. Train yourselves in example of everything, start something worth while, futile.
Leave enemies swallowing. Futile, worth while.
May our constant lust be a cover up, for the lack there of.
Of equality. And it wont stay. Not it wont stay. Not it wont.
Song of recovery, knowing. Wasting the time on the fall out.
Let's stop the chains of a soul who needs company too.