We have been worthless,
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we have been safe,
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in minds belittled by the threat,
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of our own ice age.
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A fall distorts us,
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and where we've been,
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rewriting bastards as contenders-
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sight unseen,
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In place of angels,
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butchers hands,
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too wide to fit through
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doors of virtue,
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blame, demand.
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Blame and demand.
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We count for distance,
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from human nerves,
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we count for all the things we take,
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that we don't deserve,
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all contradictions
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will make us stand
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to fake the end as the beginning
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blame, demand.
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Blame and demand.
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Blame And Demand (Wobble / Laswell Hybrid Edit)
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| The Damage Manual |
