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insect
i left my heart on the walls of resolution
time is forgetting you've got forever to feel
indulging in the soon-to-be regrets of later days
always seems to make the passing days go faster
but soon enough this plane will crash
so carry out your plastic plans
before disaster seizes them
cause it's the stream of moments we strive for
another hope and nothing more
i'll speak my death with no remorse
and i'm not joking this is it
goodbye to all my consequence
they've fed me enough to feel alright
enough to breathe enough to seem alright tonite
[now the house is all quiet]
and they're waiting for the next gale
to sweep in from the north
but when does it become too much?
at the price of chains and machinery and slaves
to make the next move worth it
to save this holiday
to keep the good times rolling
...but one day i will see it through
past the heaps of degredation
and until then i'll twist myself
so that the message remains clear
while the kids are still consuming
the vapors of a transient bliss
diveging youth by lack of faith
now forgotten from the modern haste
