ALBUM REVIEW: VEXED – Culling Culture
Deadweight gets left behind, trim the fat, cut the ties.
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Deadweight gets left behind, trim the fat, cut the ties.
I could leave this house but I won’t, there’s an echo that seems to live on.
I can be anything with you.
Upset the sickness.
Mold beauty out of clay, write words for me to say.
So many people talking, but nobody’s listening.
We were born for one thing, born to face the greatest fear of all.
If you’re living in the minute here’s your mother fucking anthem.
With every decision phased and finalized, I keep descending,
And no one remembers my face, my name.