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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?
