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YOTFM

from BLACKOUT by Arms

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"Sound the fuck off,
or sound not at all."

Reap what you sow,
why hold back?

Savants forsaken,
Your father, mistaken,
You fear to fall but do nothing at all?

Entrapped, by revelations,
just another falsification.
Allegorical self fulfilling prophecy.

Dedication to the lowest forms of it
and unto the unraveling of not doing anything.

Ever, again

You want your happy medium.

Dedication to the lowest forms of it,
and unto the unraveling of not doing anything.

Ever, again.

You want your happy medium.

"And if this is it,
Then we fucking knew we had it coming."

"Laid them to rest in mass graves,
Buried your children in rich catacombs,
Now you're curious about the car bombs.
Come take a sip,
You wanted the holy water,
Melting pot of illegitimate metaphors.
And if this is it,
Then we fucking knew we had it coming."

"Laid them to rest in mass graves,
Buried your children in rich catacombs,
Now you're curious about the car bombs.
Come take a sip,
You wanted the holy water,
Melting pot of illegitimate metaphors.
And if this is it,
Then we fucking knew we had it coming."

"Laid them to rest in mass graves,
Buried your children in rich catacombs,
Now you're curious about the car bombs.
Come take a sip,
You wanted the holy water,
Melting pot of illegitimate metaphors.
And if this is it,
Then we fucking knew we had it coming."

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from BLACKOUT, released January 30, 2016

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