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Chaos is in the Element, not the Timing
You are not your precise weapon of mass
You are young and immobile, being thrown around
In a pit of misunderstanding, sweat and vomit
To think of yourself as determined, hardened
A stark contrast to your appearance,
As a weak little thing in the grand scheme of thrash
You know nothing, scream nonsense like an anthem
You believe in the tar pits that surround you
And indulge in the spikes that you raise
Learn something valuable and commit it to your head
Kill yourself when you've really exhausted your chance
Potentials can lift, they can descend
You are no more than a notion at this point in time
Craft yourself, don't self-destruct so soon
Especially for a cause that is not of your own configure
Embrace your youth and see that it is good
It is right and it is pure to be blissfully unaware
Of all that can hurt you in this lifetime
You've got years on reserve, and you're sacrificing
For attention from skunk stripes and bolts through flesh
Wake up and listen to what's booming in your head
It means nothing, it is not art
It is not worth dying for.
