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Hermetic Breakdown (collaboration with AfterSexDilemma)
Here I sit alone and broken
My owner is annoyed
Windows won't even open
I lay dormant here, stranded in a church parking lot
Jesus won't help me
The ignition clicks, the engine is shot
Maybe it's time to meet that junk pile in the sky
If I had wings, I'd surely learn how to fly
Inside I die.
A slow demise.
A stuttered stop.
My purpose was forgot.
My owners empathy is unwise.
My detriment is no surprise.
The church is an empty lot.
There's no god that I've got.
Just brutal sun skies.
Scrutinizing eyes.
Avoiding the junkyard,
Where scrap metal cries.
My owner is annoyed
Windows won't even open
I lay dormant here, stranded in a church parking lot
Jesus won't help me
The ignition clicks, the engine is shot
Maybe it's time to meet that junk pile in the sky
If I had wings, I'd surely learn how to fly
Inside I die.
A slow demise.
A stuttered stop.
My purpose was forgot.
My owners empathy is unwise.
My detriment is no surprise.
The church is an empty lot.
There's no god that I've got.
Just brutal sun skies.
Scrutinizing eyes.
Avoiding the junkyard,
Where scrap metal cries.
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