It's a pathetic attempt to escape a recursive curse
Especially when you don't know where to run to
The obituary streams out like an ocean to reach out
And claim your soul for a cascade of broken dreams
Losing control of the shutter, and darkness reigns
Even the brightest day falls in the shade of gray
United by the pathetic excuse of living
Feelings collapse into the trap of despair
Stirred to boil, the faint smell triggers a gag
Followed by a complete submission to a dementia of joy
Memories are nothing but a burden
Smelted into the shape of experience
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