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Obscure Decay
Don’t paint me with your brush
When you can’t begin to understand
Does it give you some kinda rush?
Helping build this arrogant brand
I’m going to end this torment
Suffocate the chain of command
Darkness that once laid dormant
As corruption resides over land
Death follows lost souls around
Till we’re ten feet underground
Think you can predict the future?
With influence reaching far
Tainting everything once pure
Revealing another nasty scar
I’ve grown immune to such hate
Burning every single bridge down
Let’s just get this fucking straight
Beware of this suit wearing clown
Games that’s all these people play
Sliding deeper into obscure decay
When you can’t begin to understand
Does it give you some kinda rush?
Helping build this arrogant brand
I’m going to end this torment
Suffocate the chain of command
Darkness that once laid dormant
As corruption resides over land
Death follows lost souls around
Till we’re ten feet underground
Think you can predict the future?
With influence reaching far
Tainting everything once pure
Revealing another nasty scar
I’ve grown immune to such hate
Burning every single bridge down
Let’s just get this fucking straight
Beware of this suit wearing clown
Games that’s all these people play
Sliding deeper into obscure decay
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