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Your State Of Decay
Lives of the lost, damned and forgotten,
In the perilous chambers of the mind, Your Cages can definitely hold us Oh ungodly ones. Yes, We are the un-designed youth, Those with uncouth whirlpools for minds, Owned by the designer Adults and cults of the norms. Sublime lives we allegedly lead, To succeed is a need, but is still so, Distraught in nature, Improbable, And un-mentioned so far, And so forth we arrive some how Some where smothered by your State of decay. |
