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Where Moth And Rust Destroy
Tell me now do you feel alive?
Ive watched you go, hoping you would survive the crash.
tell me what is the state of perfection?
when the metal ripped through your skin did you reach a better complexion?
I'm no fool, I wont wont go looking for for treasure.
what is there to be found, another brief moment of pleasure?
It's all fadding, its fadding so fast.
I saw you through your casket as if it were made of glass.
Did you really think that it would last?
What will you have while you rot in your grave?
Wealth,hope,love... BETRAYED.
