there are some songs that have, to read, super-depressing lyrics, but for some reason have always been comforting to listen to.
we dance to the sound of sirens, and we watch genocide to relax;
we dance to the sound of sirens; we are the heroes of self-deception
bleak desolation, in a beam of sun
pleading groping hands; the truth can't hear me
we fed a
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