Phthisis

[00:31.14] The future sticks out its tongue
[00:44.20] In the eyes of the gentle past
[00:54.34] It fears its own demise but knows it cannot last
[01:24.52] This momentary throne
[01:38.57] Precariously formed from its ashes
[01:50.61] It takes the time we thought was ours below to be reborn
[02:14.83] Throw us away like a stack of old paper
[02:23.92] Learn not from our scrawls
[02:27.93] Close your ears to our rantings
[02:33.91] And come against us
[02:38.04] Flex your hooked claws and sniff
[02:43.08] Like a dog at the stench of our decaying minds
[02:54.10] Distrust the deceitful math of our perishing eyes
[03:06.28] Run away from the phthisicky past
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