Dissertation Of An Idle Voice

SeeYouSpaceCowboy

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Bless the coming resurgence
The bitter lure of the repeat philosophy
Don't trust progress they marked as love
The main substance just calls for blood

(Don't trust)
Don't trust their so-called solution
They'll stab the nails in your hand and
And call it purity

You don't need to cut out your heart
Nothing is falling apart
You don't need to cut out your heart
There's such beauty in writing your part
You don't need to cut out your heart
Nothing is falling apart
You don't need to cut out your heart
There's such beauty in writing your part
You don't need to cut out your heart
Nothing is falling apart
You don't need to cut out your heart
There's such beauty in writing your part
You don't need to cut out your heart
Nothing is falling apart
You don't need to cut out your heart
There's such beauty in writing your part
You don't need to cut out your heart
Nothing is falling apart
You don't need to cut out your heart
There's such beauty in writing your part