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C̵̹̪͝U̸͙̚͜R̶̳̾͛͠S̵̼͗̃͆E̶̳͙͆̽̅S̴͎͌̌̃͑͘͜ (LP)  
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t̸o̷ ̷a̶l̸l̴ ̶t̵h̵e̷ ̴p̶e̵r̷s̸o̷n̵s̶ ̴p̶u̶t̶ ̴a̴ ̷w̷o̴r̸d̴ ̷u̴p̸o̸n̷ ̴a̷ ̶p̶a̶g̵e̶
̷t̶h̶e̶y̶ ̵d̴a̴n̷c̷e̴ ̷u̵p̵o̸n̴ ̵a̴ ̷b̶l̷a̶d̴e̶ ̵f̶o̵r̶ ̴w̴h̸o̴m̷ ̶t̶h̶e̴y̶ ̴w̸o̴u̷l̸d̵ ̸e̴x̴p̶l̸a̴i̷n̸
̴w̷h̷e̴r̸e̴ ̸n̴o̶ ̵t̴w̵o̸ ̶p̸l̵e̷r̴s̷o̷n̶ ̸w̶o̸u̷l̵d̷'̷v̶e̷ ̴h̸e̸a̸r̵d̷ ̵t̴h̵e̴ ̵w̸o̴r̸d̵ ̵t̸h̷e̴ ̸s̵a̴m̸e̴
̷i̷t̷'̶s̴ ̴c̶r̶a̴z̴e̸d̵.̸.̴.̷ ̶t̷h̷e̷y̴ ̵r̵u̴n̶ ̸i̴n̶ ̵a̴ ̴m̶a̸z̵e̸ ̴t̸h̶e̶y̴ ̸h̸a̶n̷g̶ ̸i̷n̶ ̴a̴ ̴c̸a̷g̴e̴
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̴f̸o̸r̴ ̶a̷l̴l̶ ̸t̷h̴e̵ ̷w̷o̶r̶l̵d̶ ̶i̵s̶ ̶s̸y̶n̷t̵a̴c̶t̴i̷c̴a̸l̸ ̴a̶n̵d̵ ̶s̴t̵r̸a̶n̶g̵e̵
̶h̸y̵s̷t̶e̸r̷i̶a̵ ̵a̷n̷d̶ ̵r̶a̵g̷e̴ ̴a̸n̴d̷ ̵w̷o̶r̶s̶e̵ ̸f̶r̸o̸m̷ ̸w̴h̵i̸c̵h̷ ̷i̷t̷'̷s̷ ̵m̷a̶d̶e̶
̵a̷n̸d̸ ̵n̵o̵w̵ ̵y̶o̸u̶ ̸l̷i̵v̶e̵ ̸t̶h̵e̶ ̶d̸e̸c̶i̷s̷i̷o̴n̸s̶ ̵t̶h̷a̸t̸ ̸y̵o̵u̶ ̷m̸a̶k̶e̷
̸t̸h̴e̵ ̵p̷h̶r̷a̶s̷e̷s̶ ̴t̸h̵a̷t̴ ̷y̷o̶u̶ ̵s̸p̶a̸k̸e̸ ̸o̶n̷ ̵a̸ ̵t̸e̶l̷e̷s̴c̶o̴p̵i̸n̸g̷ ̵s̸t̷a̷g̸e̷
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̵o̸h̸,̴ ̸t̷h̵e̵r̷e̴ ̷y̵o̵u̷ ̷g̴o̴ ̴a̶g̸a̸i̵n̴
̸i̵ ̸g̶i̶v̸e̸ ̴i̷n̷ ̷w̷i̴t̵h̵o̶u̵t̶ ̷a̸ ̸q̵u̸e̷s̶t̶i̴o̴n̴
̶d̶o̴n̴'̶t̴ ̸b̸e̴ ̷s̶h̵y̵ ̴c̴o̸m̶e̸ ̵o̸n̴ ̷a̷n̸d̵ ̷l̴e̵t̴ ̴i̶t̶ ̷w̷r̸i̸t̵h̵e̴
̷t̵s̸k̵ ̷t̴s̴k̴ ̶y̸o̴u̶ ̴b̴e̷e̵n̵ ̷c̷a̷u̴g̴h̸t̴ ̷i̶n̵ ̷a̵ ̴t̶r̷i̶p̴
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̸o̴h̴ ̸w̴h̸y̵ ̸w̶a̷i̷t̵ ̷o̶n̸ ̷l̶i̷n̵e̸s̶
̸ ̷w̵h̷o̶'̷ ̶g̷o̴n̵n̴a̴ ̸t̶a̵k̸e̵ ̸t̶h̸a̵t̵ ̵w̵e̶i̴g̸h̴t̴
̸ ̵ ̸w̶e̶l̸l̷ ̴e̷v̴e̸r̸y̴b̵o̸d̵y̴ ̶t̶h̴i̵n̴k̶ ̵t̵h̵e̶y̶ ̶r̸i̸g̵h̴t̸
̴ ̵ ̵ ̴i̸ ̸t̴h̵o̷u̵g̷h̴t̶ ̸h̴i̴s̸ ̶l̶i̸p̵s̸ ̸w̴e̵r̵e̶ ̸h̶i̵s̸ ̸n̷o̸s̵e̶
̴ ̸ ̷ ̴ ̶a̴n̴d̷ ̸h̵i̵s̸ ̷n̶o̵s̷e̵ ̸w̴h̸e̸r̸e̸ ̴h̴i̸s̸ ̵e̷y̵e̸s̸ ̴b̸u̶t̸
̵ ̷ ̷ ̶ ̶ ̴i̸t̴'̵s̶ ̸s̷o̸m̸e̷t̴h̴i̷n̸ ̸t̷h̷a̷t̶ ̷y̴o̷u̶ ̸n̴e̷v̵e̴r̵ ̸s̵e̶e̵ ̴t̶w̵i̵c̵e̴
̸ ̴ ̷ ̵ ̴ ̵ ̵i̶ ̴w̵a̷s̷ ̸j̷u̷s̵t̸ ̶r̶i̸c̴k̶e̶t̶i̶n̸g̵ ̸s̸t̵i̵c̵k̸i̸n̸g̶ ̴t̴h̴i̶s̵ ̷m̷o̸m̵e̸n̶t̵ ̸i̴n̵ ̸t̴i̵m̷e̸
̵e̷v̸e̵r̸y̷t̴h̵i̶n̶g̶ ̶i̸s̵ ̴s̸o̶ ̵f̶u̴c̵k̴i̵n̸g̵ ̷p̷o̸i̶n̸t̴l̷e̴s̶s̶
̷d̵o̷n̴ ̸m̵a̵k̶e̴ ̷m̴e̵ ̸g̵o̵ ̵r̴i̸g̶h̸t̶ ̶c̸l̶i̷c̴k̷ ̶a̴n̴d̴ ̸e̸n̵d̵ ̸t̷h̵i̴s̵ ̷g̶o̵e̷s̸ ̸o̵n̴ ̶a̵n̸d̶ ̶o̴n̴
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̸o̷h̶,̵ ̶t̴h̸e̶r̸e̴ ̴y̸o̵u̴ ̵g̷o̴ ̴a̷g̷a̴i̸n̸
̶i̵ ̷g̵i̸v̸e̸ ̵i̸n̵,̵ ̶t̵h̴e̸r̶e̸'̶s̶ ̴n̸o̴ ̸u̷s̴e̴ ̶f̴i̴g̵h̴t̶i̵n̴
̵d̵o̷n̷'̷t̶ ̵b̶e̵ ̴s̷h̴y̴,̴ ̴c̴o̷m̵e̶ ̵o̵n̴ ̴n̵o̶w̵ ̴l̷e̶t̵ ̸i̸t̵ ̵f̶r̶y̴
̴t̸s̷k̷ ̸t̴s̷k̵ ̷y̸o̵u̵ ̸b̴e̴e̷n̶ ̵c̴a̶u̶g̴h̴t̶ ̸i̵n̵ ̴a̵ ̷t̵r̶i̸p̵
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̴O̴ ̷W̸ ̸W̷ ̸ ̸ ̷ ̸i̶ ̸s̵e̷e̷n̸ ̸t̸h̴e̴m̸ ̵b̶u̷r̶n̴i̵n̷ ̴i̷ ̶s̴e̸e̴n̷ ̷t̷h̷e̸m̶ ̸b̸u̴r̵n̷i̵n̴
̵ ̸ ̵ ̶ ̷ ̷ ̶ ̸W̵ ̸ ̴W̴ ̴ ̶i̵ ̴s̶e̵e̵n̶ ̷t̵h̷e̵m̶ ̷b̸u̵r̴n̶i̸n̸ ̷o̴u̴t̵
̸ ̷ ̶ ̴ ̵ ̶ ̴ ̴ ̷ ̵ ̷ ̴ ̷ ̷ ̵W̶
̷l̴a̶y̴ ̵d̸o̸w̴n̸ ̸y̵o̵u̵r̶ ̸a̴r̸m̷s̴ ̵a̷h̸ ̸t̷h̶e̶ ̷p̴e̵o̶p̷l̷e̵ ̷w̶h̶o̸ ̸w̴o̴u̸l̴d̷ ̸t̸a̵k̶e̸
̶t̷h̴e̸i̶r̶ ̶b̸l̷a̷d̴e̵s̴ ̴a̸g̴a̴i̶n̷s̶t̶ ̵t̵h̶e̷ ̵w̶e̷i̸g̵h̴t̸,̵ ̴t̷h̷e̶r̶e̴'̷s̵ ̴n̴o̴t̷h̸i̷n̸ ̷g̸o̸n̵n̸a̴ ̵c̶h̴a̷n̶g̴e̷
̵w̴h̷e̴r̸e̴ ̸n̸o̴ ̵t̵w̴o̵ ̸p̷e̵a̸s̷a̷n̴t̷s̵ ̴w̸o̵u̴l̴d̴a̵ ̴r̴e̶a̶d̸ ̶y̶o̷u̷r̴ ̸w̸o̶r̶d̷s̴ ̶t̷h̴e̵ ̵s̶a̷m̸e̷
̷u̴n̷l̶e̴s̸s̷ ̶t̴h̴e̶y̴'̵r̶e̶ ̶r̵u̴n̶n̸i̸n̵g̶ ̵i̴n̶ ̵a̷ ̵m̴a̸z̶e̷ ̵t̵h̴e̴y̵ ̷w̴o̸u̵l̶d̴ ̶h̸a̵n̷g̵ ̶i̶n̷ ̵t̴h̷e̸i̶r̵ ̸o̵w̸n̶ ̸c̷a̴g̷e̸ ̴a̷n̷d̸ ̴t̸h̶e̸y̵ ̵w̵o̶u̶l̷d̷ ̵k̷n̷o̵w̵
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̶t̵h̸e̸r̸e̶ ̷y̷o̸u̶ ̷g̴o̵ ̸a̷g̴a̷i̵n̶
̶i̵ ̶g̵i̷v̸e̴ ̸i̷n̴ ̷t̶h̸e̵r̷e̷'̴s̷ ̷n̴o̶ ̴u̵s̶e̵ ̷f̷i̸g̸h̸t̵i̴n̸g̶
̶d̷o̵n̸'̵t̵ ̷b̵e̴ ̷s̸h̵y̶,̷ ̸c̸o̷m̸e̷ ̴o̶n̵ ̵a̵n̸d̴ ̴l̷e̷t̸ ̸i̸t̸ ̷r̸i̸d̴e̴
̸t̵s̵k̴ ̶t̶s̸k̴ ̶y̵o̵u̶'̶l̶l̷ ̸b̵e̴ ̵c̶a̴u̴g̵h̶t̵ ̸i̶n̴ ̴a̸ ̶t̸r̷i̷p̴
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̸n̸o̴w̸ ̶w̴a̵t̷c̶h̷ ̸h̸i̸m̶,̶ ̴a̵s̴ ̷h̴e̷ ̸h̸a̶n̸g̸s̷ ̸o̸f̷f̷ ̶t̷h̶e̶ ̴e̵d̶g̸e̶
̸h̵e̴ ̶m̸a̶y̷ ̴n̷e̶v̷e̶r̶ ̷g̵e̵t̷ ̴b̸a̶c̸k̵
̶n̷o̶w̷'̸s̶ ̵y̵o̷u̴r̸ ̶c̸h̶a̶n̶c̴e̷ ̶t̷o̵ ̴s̶t̶a̷n̸d̸ ̸a̶b̴o̸v̵e̷ ̵a̶n̴d̵ ̷l̴a̶u̷g̷h̶
̴w̶h̶e̸n̵ ̵y̵o̵u̴ ̵w̵a̷k̷e̶ ̵o̶n̸ ̵t̶h̴e̷ ̴c̵u̷t̶t̵i̶n̶g̴ ̸r̴o̴o̸m̷ ̴f̸l̸o̴o̵r̶
̷y̶o̷u̶'̶r̴e̴ ̵n̷o̵t̷ ̴i̶n̷ ̶t̸h̴e̸ ̵p̴i̴c̷t̷u̵r̵e̶ ̷(̶l̵i̵k̴e̵ ̷y̸o̴u̸ ̴w̵e̴r̸e̶ ̶b̴e̵f̶o̷r̴e̵)̸
̸y̸o̴u̴ ̴m̴a̶k̸e̶ ̷t̸h̵i̶s̶ ̵w̴o̴r̴l̵d̸ ̴s̸i̸c̶k̷ ̷&̸ ̵y̸o̴u̸'̵r̴e̶ ̴l̷e̶t̸t̷i̴n̷g̵ ̶l̶o̸o̷s̶e̸ ̵y̸o̵u̷r̸ ̴t̸i̶c̵k̶
̸y̴o̵u̵'̷l̷l̵ ̴k̷n̵o̷w̴ ̸a̷l̶l̸ ̸y̵o̴u̶r̴ ̴l̷i̷f̵e̸ ̶y̸o̷u̶'̶l̵l̶ ̴b̴e̵ ̷c̴a̸u̵g̸h̵t̷ ̴i̵n̷ ̶a̵ ̴t̶r̸i̶p̵
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̷t̶h̸e̶r̷e̵ ̷y̵o̴u̸ ̵g̵o̴

C̵̹̪͝U̸͙̚͜R̶̳̾͛͠S̵̼͗̃͆E̶̳͙͆̽̅S̴͎͌̌̃͑͘͜ (LP) SHE TURNS TO SOIL

over time...

we all break down...

wallow out into the mire
ghosties roam breathe in the loam
and drag me down
into the snow

there she lay out in the clay
lose your head wake up the dead
and free yourself
from your bones

she turns to soil
yes, she turns to soil
over time...
she's gone
where oh where so long

[[ clk, zzt, brr, shkt-shkt ]]

everything you'll ever say
and what you know
and all you can name will slip away...
the earth's a grave; but
watch all life dance on the knives
underground soaked gowns don't boil

yeah, she turns to soil
yes, she turns to soil...

over time
she's gone
where oh where so long ?