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Exposure of the vitriol sustains savagery

Coveting the malice with no intent to bury

Fueled by misfortune and dissipating light

And so continues the cycle of spite

The poison within stimulates the atrophy

Pressure failure in the stasis machine

Acidic and hypocritical traits stun the dream

Better left unseen

As the plot thickens from the soil

The contents within will slowly spoil

No escape

From this shallow grave

The dark clouds never fully disappear

But they’ll always block out the sun

And if this is your greatest fear

Will you rest when it is done?

As the plot thickens from the soil

The contents within will slowly spoil

No escape

From this shallow grave

Sustained savagery never withers over time

Something’s always next in line

As the plot thickens from the soil

The contents within will slowly spoil

The rate of decay will not accelerate

When there’s no soul to decide a fate

No escape

From this shallow grave

(Some things should stay dead)

Something’s always next in line