Social Rigor Mortis

I don't wanna turn against you

so many already taking sides on this

I'm sure a friend could detail your recovery

you've walked the corroding punchline

between right and wrong

it's only another forgetable face

they arrive in black cloth and circle in

like stepping on a slug

Our last thoughts are equally ominous

I can't remember anything past this pitch black tomb

Is it too late to crawl back in the womb?

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