this situation's getting desperate
it's gonna take a bit of effort
to scratch and claw
back to where we were
that line has faded to a blur
this what we've wrought
the lives that time forgot
we're old as dirt
and yet,
we're decoupled from our thoughts
I've been tracing your steps
in the days of your flesh
consciousness is a byproduct
of existence
so what the hell do I know?
the only constant is sound
second person narratives
are no way to live
this old belief
found in the truth
of more libations
brings us the essence of salvation
down to the wire
we're about to expire
dug to the center of the earth
in search of a rebirth

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