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Outflanked
04:14
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Endless hallways, an endless division. I never tried to see things from the other side, of the great line. Spitting venom into negative space. And still I fill nothing. And still I gain nothing. Return to, return to that well. You will find it dry. Nothing to sate your thirst. Because one can only dredge for so long. These moments should have been ephemeral. Now they are vibrant echoes. Endless dichotomy, an endless division. Here's to hoping that it won't last. And still I fill nothing. And still I gain nothing. Return to, return to that well. You will find it dry. Nothing to sate your thirst. Because one can only dredge for so long. And so it seems that we've reached the bottom. Swallowing blackness between you and I. What's to be found here? What's to be said? Kick up. You will find it dry. Lying to yourself is the purest form of inside job.
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Naumachia
02:58
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Beneath the ocean lies our fate. Set sail one kiss from these waves. Set sail one kiss could drown us. We can't swim on hope alone. These waters will lay claim to our bones. Taste the salt that will soon fill your lungs. Are there any survivors? Is anyone out there? Drop anchor and man the lifeboats. To no avail the water is rising. And how many, how many will die alone. And how many, how many will die with hope. Taste the salt that will soon fill your lungs. Are there any survivors? Is anyone out there? Show us a sign. This gulf it will be our grave. Taste the salt that will soon fill your lungs. Are there any survivors? Is anyone out there?
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Anadyr
02:47
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Breathe in the smoke. Don't pay it any mind. You've been choking back words and weaving lies. Your bayonet tongue can't protect you any longer. You were worshipped. Royalty among the likes of us. A cold demeanor and even colder heart. Just breathe in the smoke it breeds complacency, don't pay it any mind. A kingdom in dire need of regicide. You're throne doesn't sit so well anymore. Bayonets, bayonet tongues. You're the swan or you are the phoenix. Burn down the kingdom. Stone turned to ash. You may lose your balance on that ivory perch of double standards. Bite your tongue. Bite off your tongue.
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