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Agonist The Lullabies For The Dormant Mind

the pull of the waves. The pull of the waves; the natural decay of all that is made is how redemption is paid. Say Dickinson, who do you blame for your

breath. I just saw a life turn into death. For them to claim it doesn't count is reckless, blind ignorance. A cry for help, silenced, I saw her go...

stand intact for centuries, but faces with wind or flood or quake, like toys will crumble, bend and break. I say with actions what you do with words. For

mechanized slaughter. The Sentient flaunted their machinist superiority -- an ersatz compensation for real instincts lost. Millenia of ancestry, polwed down for

condition infects my cells like it controls my mind. Internal army, defend me behind enemy lines! Fragile vehicle of mine! Don't abandon me yet! There is so much to live for

my sense of shame. Who's to blame? Thank you, Pain! (for crippling my body) God bless Suffering! Thank you , Pain! (for freeing my brain) For preventing

will be revealed. Flesh is food and bone is stone. A grey-matter cause for inner demons' microphones. Fields of shells that lurk in murky waters. A bed of nails for

may stand intact for centuries, but faces with wind or flood or quake, like toys will crumble, bend and break. I say with actions what you do with words. For

my sense of shame. Who's to blame? Thank you, Pain! (for crippling my body) God bless Suffering! Thank you , Pain! (for freeing my brain) For preventing