How Will Yesterday's Promise Be Discarded Now?
Something I Asked Came From Lips With No Sound
Mortal Shells Can Teach Nightengales How To Sing
Living In Riches So Before You Die You See The Ring
Of Fire Tearing Gaping Holes In Sentimental Reality
Die In The Middle Of Battle Because Of Simple Malady
Lacking A Lower Body, So I'm Frozen Where I Lie
On Canvas;There's More To It Than Meets The Eye
Simple As Worker Bees, Working For Cs In The Hives
Rebutted Replies Realize Replication In Their Lives
The Cloning Phenomenon Will Always Be Revived
By Unliving Undead, Jealous Of Those Who Survived
Anger With Bass That You Can Feel In Your Feet
Higher Ranks Take The Cake With A Layer Of Deceit
Leading The Charge From Your Safe Homestead
Following Orders Without Hearing Anything You Said
Rolled Eyes Across The Ground, Not Profound Enough
For The Veteran Angels, And Those Who Like It Rough
From Behind The Walls Of Their Healthy Little Fortress
Like A Divine Fellowship, Except A Little More Morbid
Five Are Left, Right From Their Home Of Forty Nine
The Meat Has Been Devoured, But There Are The Rhinds
Which Linger Like Signs With Their Welcome Worn Up
Was Born, Raised Up Above Simple Sick Dramatics
And When Everything Goes Silent All You Hear Is Static

And The Static Will Always Be Mine

edited for stupid spelling errors.

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