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Still on duty in the trenches

We stay human in all our toxic traits

Self-inflicted mental tremors

We don’t know it any other way (2x)

I’m longing for a perfect storm

My tabula rasa

I only hope it’s here before

I’m losing my mind

I’m longing for a healthy war

My tabula rasa

I only hope it’s here before

I’m losing my mind

Gleefully aware

of our own disgusting ways

Like maggots in a corpse

We dig away at the base

of moral superiority (2x)

Erratic

And all too able to ignore

In time you’ll pray for your receptors to

shut down (2x)

Like maggots