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Shake the trust.
The implications have not broken thoughtless minds.
Feed the pleebs with impotency
Conjure tricks that cross the lines
Of innocence and wasteful days
We spent among our wretched kind
Give me nepenthe
I'm losing strength
I see the darkness in my heart
Feed the pleebs with impotency
Conjure tricks that cross the lines
Of innocence and wasteful days
We spent among our wretched kind
All the world
Is filling holes
Listen now
For unheard souls
Doors are shut
No comfort here
No certainty
No peaceful sleeping
Water
Clean me
Wash this burden I feel
Strength is waning
Drown in emptiness and (fear)
Now you change your mind
I will be denied
Future's so defined
By the things we say
Feed the pleebs with impotency
Conjure tricks that cross the lines
Of innocence and wasteful days
We spent among our wretched kind
