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All Misery All the Time - Abandoned Malls of America

All Misery All the Time

Abandoned Malls of America

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To what form shall we return?

Expert lens or knowing ignorance?

I can't decide what's worse

Be present or escape?

Apathy or hate?

Clasp my hands like shells in sand

Pressed by waves

A silver reprimand

The misery of the many

Is so very

Heavy

Heavy

Heavy

I can't live in a constant state of worry

I know the crash is coming soon

I can't look to faded constellations

I know they call to you

Trust me, I feel it

To what form shall we return?

Close the door on planning my rebirth

My reverie and my envy

Are my undoing

Hiding

I'm fucking hiding

Let's call it what it is

I can't live in a constant state of worry

I know the crash is coming soon

I can't look to faded constellations

I know they call to you

They call to you

They call to you

Just like you wanted them to

They call to you

Just like you wanted them to

They call to you

To all of you

You

- It's already the end -