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Is there a side to take?
If one could be correct…
Concern is but a notion
Following compulsion
Confound by principles of aim
No increment of gain
Each flag yields no return
A tarnished hue of comfort

Will you find the time to tend your own?
Do you cut your loss and try greener plains?

When you’re there, you’ll know
It’s the place where all goes to hell
When you’re there, you’ll know
You’ll know

Got to
Must
But can’t adjust
Can’t think clearly
Can’t gain my trust
Because me is us
No majority
Got to
Must
Must adjust
Adjust severely
Remove the rust
Clear the dust
Am I still underneath?

It’s out of my hands
Separation; isolation
The prospect of change; elusive
My resolve remains tenacious

Will you find the time to tend your own?
Do you cut your loss and try greener plains?

When you’re there, you’ll know
It’s the place where all goes to hell
When you’re there, you’ll know
You’ll know

Empty
Nothing
Inside
Worthy
Unsure
Nervous
Tension
Purpose

No sleep
Pale skin
Nauseous
Choking

Pressure
Heightening
Ruthless
Crushing

HOPE IS DEAD

Got to
Must
But can’t adjust
Can’t think clearly
Can’t gain my trust
Because me is us
No majority
Got to
Must
Must adjust
Adjust severely
Remove the rust
Clear the dust
Am I still underneath?
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