The crushing pressure weighing down upon my weary back
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The tedious routines of day to day poise to attack
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The poisonous pollution and the pointlessness of care
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And in a blink we blow away to dust upon the air
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Six feet down and underground [4x]
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A clotted cold perfection still in petrifaction lay
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We'll run and rot to crumble in a petrified decay
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And in as much as I can see no future why go on
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So this here I present to you one final poem in song
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And I can see a darkness and a clearing of the path
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In the overpopulation I can simplify the math
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Six feet down and underground [4x]
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A clotted cold perfection still in petrifaction lay
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We'll run and rot to crumble in a petrified decay
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The hazy warmth encompasses my eyes a misty sea
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The soft embrace of sunset in a dark eternity
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Prayer and flowers mock and tease my terrorized beliefs
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The truth is that we're born to die until our sweet release
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I care so much and not at all about every living breath
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The sadness of this sentience; a sentence to my death
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In my grave and down the drain; Erase the misspent past
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The tortured love in memories are never meant to last
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Via San Dios
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Leftover Crack |