The tragedy and mystery repeats like a farce
A carousel of laughter as it all falls apart
History sits in holding pattern
As vultures circle our carcass
Pinned down I can't touch you
Like tableaux in wax that won't melt
Turn around and turn to stone
This mistake cost me a lifetime
Heave into yourself
Breathe out my life
What catastrophic mediocrity
What you are I once was
What I am now you will be
So proud of the bloody roots
Of this rhythm
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