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Vacantly I walked beside her,
on the earth mine eyes were cast;
swift and keen there came unto me,
bitter memories of the past
On me, like the rain in Autumn
On dead leaves, cold and fast.
So callously pulled apart for the sin of existing.
So come on in, the water's fine.

This trip,
it's all to be human, this part of our bullshit lives.

Have you ever seen them play,
innocence on display
just like animals,
so throw them to the wolves.

This is disaster,
this is distraction,
this is corruption,
this great divide.
This is how we fall,
under electric light.

So lead us from the forest,
remove us from the dream.
But follow us into the dark.
Mad discordant harmonies,
haunting us into the night.

(chorus)

A wiser man once said to me,
"We are the purpose in calamity"
We procreate our way across this land,
but leave so little for our progeny.
We face a crisis of existence; can we make it last?
All the little broken pieces of the past.
But this twisted tale of excess favours privilege undeserved while continuing the practice of applauding the stupid,
and corrupt.

(chorus)

*excerpts of The Village Street by Edgar Allan Poe

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