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[nihilive]

Facing this prospect I set out for today's
Over-introspection I feast upon decay
Around me is misfortune my avenue all spade
Digging all the so called out diggers
Digging his own grave
Meet me Mr. Indecision watch his machine cave
end up on itself and watch one debit I win and mince our way
The seats are best from over there out behind the shade
My diggers in their dirty coats their attitudes of spades

Passing the inspection, No!
Now this is everyday
Special Forces special boots
The stock mark comes to pay
Fancy men so over-suited for the final days
Keep the prince in timely tints
Ring out the barren child at play
Christen me "Disaster"
At least that’s what I say
Into which the thing determines which rate he decays
Keeping loads of sunshine I love the job I pay
Digging out this whole shitty world digging it today