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Subservience

from INFERNAL DUST by Much Worse

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connections lost
heads split transceiver
fragile nostalgia
burnt smell deceiver
a phony aroma
wired to your frame
only thinking as the others say

all pointless chatter in our rotting oblivion
all roads are blocked

killing our true convictions of their due executions
your eyes are not so closed
can’t sleep from what your stomach knows

so you’re laying low, full of bad vibrations
the sinking stones of inebriation
we’re all glassed away in multitudes
we all pray one day that we might burn right through

thrown into the delving vacuum
in the center of all of us
as the ruin meets the sun
do we think that we’ve still won?

all pointless chatter in our rotting oblivion
all roads are blocked

killing our true convictions of their due executions
your eyes are not so closed
can’t sleep from what your stomach knows
is there a nervous aura
wired to my frame?
or am i only thinking
as the others say

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from INFERNAL DUST, released July 31, 2021

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