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Pyrrhon
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Empty Tenement Spirit
It thrusts against the sky, that fallow womb While the waters we raised lap its lurid weight
In these austere halls The generations echo unlived, Their laughter muted, their tears unshed
On these pristine walls and barren floors, A silent perfection that no one will witness, No one can access
These honeycomb cells house tenants, too The churn of the sea, the rippling heat And the private stillnesses of corpseless tombs
Down in the drowned boiler room Some cold soul stirs It turns in its lonely repose 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 To recall memories it never birthed
Who would mourn them, those pinioned fools Now spared their sorry fate: To subsist on the bitter fruit That passes for survival, in these vile final days?
The dead-end jobs and the chronic aches The food that sallows, and the jokes from the gallows The cry-choked air and the fat-cloaked bones The poisons to love, and the leaders to hate The grey lives endured with purposeless grace
What wild spirit could thrive on such pain? What primal will would cling to this place?
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