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Underlying issues causing breakdown,
Corruptions, interruptions; Another piece broken off from our sanity. Confused, we shatter our brain cells, Pretending we didn’t know better, The longer we live the deader we are. Stomping and stuttering, Dragging along skid marks to show the path we once traveled. But we lost our way, Can’t find our way, No one left to preach us, left speechless, Unless we count the moaning, The groaning we sing from our graves.
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