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Guilt through association, black balled and rejected like a plague.
It starts as a trickle and turns into a torrent that washes everything away.

Smothered by the banality, the lesson learned leaves a mark on me.

The sweet smell of failure drags itself through the filth that you left behind.
What’s left is a deluge that we have to sift through and try to salvage what we find.

Crashing down around you, fragments of your broken dreams, a hopeless unity.
The gravity that drags you to a nightmare staring in the darkening void.

Guilt through association, lick your wounds as you slowly slink away.
You’re the plague and I’m the cure and I’ll wipe your stain from the things that we create.

See the truth fade from your eyes,
Crushing you inside.
One last breath and the darkness fades,
One last breath…

You taste your fucking failure; turning gold to shit in the blinking of an eye.
Your stain lingers, cloying. Its miasma suffocates and smothers everything you touched.

Crashing down around you, fragments of your broken dreams, a hopeless unity.
The gravity that drags you to a nightmare staring in the darkening void.

One day you’ll see that you’ve always remained,
Lost in your state of grandeur and decay.

Crashing down around you, fragments of your broken dreams, a hopeless unity.
The gravity that drags you to a nightmare staring in the darkening void.

Gravity that drags you to a nightmare staring.