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Bones

from Descent by FLIGHTLESS

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I’m rotting away on my own,
In a world where I’m working to the fucking bone,
For a dream that I never wanted to see,
In a city that’s as haunted as my mind seems to be.

So tell me how I’m supposed to feel,
And tell me when I won’t hold this guilt.
I’m fucking scared and I’m fucking cold,
Choking on the lies I’ve always been told.

Evil reigns and nothing can negate,
What has been fashioned through a fashion of hate.

We’re born to suffer,
In this nightmare,
Faceless and cold,
Barren and bare.

Hold me close,
To a world I’ve lost,
Faceless and cold,
Barren, yet glossed.

The golden calf hangs in the butcher’s window,
Carve your symbols in blood then go,
The heart is just a target,
On a closed-mind market

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from Descent, released June 10, 2011

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