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Brought to the end of my wits

About me little can be said

Costs too much to have a soul

empty mines of hard slag coal

Around the circle backwards

Throw the knife into the ground

Wrapped in your soft, black blanket

Warm, adaraxian bliss

Intrusive ideations

Fast-forgotten or dismissed

Around the circle backwards

Throw the knife into the ground

Through the dark I fumbled

From the clouds down to my knees

Forgotten prayers mumbled

In between bemoaning pleas

To an alien majesty

In the face of brutal hate

Refusing to abandon

Those regardless of their fate

Around the circle backwards

Throw the knife into the ground

Hands clasped, encircle round us

Join in our unholy psalms

A cruel and reckless disregard

For all fighting to survive

Beware for fucking traitors

No safe harbor for the liars

All things broken need to mend

Every story needs an end

From cold ashes, to arise

Woe to those that we despise

Around the circle backwards

Throw the knife into the ground