Depression set upon us.
Our depression fed upon us.
Choke me in isolation
Drown me in dust
All dust and wind
Fenced in and dying
Desolation all around us.
Our depression fed upon us.
Find me in agitation
Leave me at peace
Open space and sand
Wasteland can be a trap
Disappointment always follows us.
Dire times seem to find us.
Blind me with complication
Numb me please pain
Stretch my ability
Hiding inadequacies
Voice mix, oil's in the rain
Watching it all wash down the drain
As everything melts away
Dust that choked us streaks my face
Start me over.
Choke me in isolation
Drown me in dust
All dust and wind
Fenced in and dying
Places mix, oil's in the rain
Watching it all wash down the drain
As everything melts away
Dust that choked us streaks my face
Desperation set upon us
Our depression fed upon us
Desolation all around us
Dire times seem to find us
To the distance all fell
To the desert all fell
To the pressure all fell
To the widow all fell
To the needle all fell
To the small pill all fell
To the big plague all fell
To the city all fell prey
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