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equidistant
Welcome to the trauma spectacle
we reel through ice cold steel
A heartache velocity
silver horns blown for traitors
leave your homes to glimmer astray
disguise blessed on all your eyes
violence pries at my sides
yes we will, continue to misspell
the last things we need
are new colors to bleed
get sick with taste or blur
ride the veins to rhythmic slur
all searching with gasmasks
this land is shattered by artificail atmosphere
join us for slowing the rank
faces are useless anyway
