Leaning into the winds of inevitable cycles
This life I’ve clung to dearly, it will slowly, surely leave me
Despite my desperate resolve, this acid brain will dissolve
Take it away, it’s only myself, and
Another day out of reach on the highest shelf
Lost in a murky locus, memory serves no purpose
The moment’s all you live for, the past is strange and unsure
Reach for it, though you will find a hazy mass of lost time
Take it away, it’s only myself, and
Another day out of reach on the highest shelf
Might as well never have been
Why, I could weep, for lost time, I could scream, bleed and writhe
I could weep, for lost time, I could scream
Why, I could weep for lost time, I could scream, bleed, and writhe
I could weep for lost time, I could scream, bleed, and writhe
I could weep for lost time, I could scream, bleed, and writhe
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