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Now it's the ending of the days you crawled the roads

Gripped with an eager fist you're made to sing the notes

And when the crowd looks shocked and asks you whats so wrong

There is no ending to the forced necrotic song

Lured you in

Time is swollen, no eyes open

Tricked with a thoughtful grift you offer what you know

Mocked in a murky state you start to hear the tones

And still the crowd looks shocked and screams that you are wrong

There is no ending to the forced necrotic song

Lured you in

Time is swollen, no eyes open, nothing like you

But when the lowness wanes to what you invite

They'll topple sickly one from all you invite