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Agonist The Lullabies For The Dormant Mind

will be revealed. Flesh is food and bone is stone. A grey-matter cause for inner demons' microphones. Fields of shells that lurk in murky waters. A bed of nails for

may stand intact for centuries, but faces with wind or flood or quake, like toys will crumble, bend and break. I say with actions what you do with words. For

my sense of shame. Who's to blame? Thank you, Pain! (for crippling my body) God bless Suffering! Thank you , Pain! (for freeing my brain) For preventing

the pull of the waves. The pull of the waves; the natural decay of all that is made is how redemption is paid. Say Dickinson, who do you blame for your

mechanized slaughter. The Sentient flaunted their machinist superiority -- an ersatz compensation for real instincts lost. Millenia of ancestry, polwed down for

the pull of the waves. The pull of the waves; the natural decay of all that is made is how redemption is paid. Say Dickinson, who do you blame for your

breath. I just saw a life turn into death. For them to claim it doesn't count is reckless, blind ignorance. A cry for help, silenced, I saw her go...

stand intact for centuries, but faces with wind or flood or quake, like toys will crumble, bend and break. I say with actions what you do with words. For

mechanized slaughter. The Sentient flaunted their machinist superiority -- an ersatz compensation for real instincts lost. Millenia of ancestry, polwed down for