Bring it to your lips and
experience the sulfur infect
everything that we've created.
Don't twist this around.
Don't attempt to justify
what we know is wrong.
Tendons are torn
and screams are released
into a poisoned, mathematic atmosphere.

We're composing our funeral songs,
note by note.

With this I declare
that tomorrow is an allusion.
What if the clouds are fragments of mistakes,
fabricated by the factories of our foolishness?

We're composing our funeral songs,
note by note.
Prove me wrong

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