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The Calendar's End
01:50
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Rotting away from the inside, a sinking vessel, poisoned mind
Marked for death, already sentenced, no escaping, we're infected
Beaten, broken, bleeding, choking
Loosing Feeling, losing focus
I hear the second hand
Tick the moments by
Everyday I feel
More of my self die
Another victim of
The passage of time
Everyday I feel
More of myself die
Not long till the calendars end
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Countdown
02:14
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Just assets, nothing else
Born and bred to collect and sell
Carved into an empty shell
Nonessential, Disposable
Heard and led till nothings left
Paid to suffer and soon forget
Carved into an empty shell
Nonessential, Disposable
Countdown until your use runs out
Until they let you rot six feet in the ground
No judge, no jury, Just a body to bury
Gone without a sound
Useless cog in the machine
Quickly replaced when it starts to bleed
Carved into an empty shell
Nonessential, Disposable
Countdown till your use runs out
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