so i've listened to the demos
found some old music worth mining
constructing lyrics now...
slicking up the drills
break through the crust
the the first layer will give
dry weeds and dust
water hides deep
beneath any secret
we will ever keep
silent as bodies at rest
guided by guessing
anything so random
speaking of blessings
and nearly undone
by way of retreat
back into the earth
plausible belief
nothing is deserved
wary of the water
tired of the dirt
sound grows longer
dying of thirst
mud turns clay
cold, thick
bones will decay
feet and fists
practice makes prefect
grimm
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