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Our morose attempts at life are like static as they flicker in and out.
The dull hum of detachment outweighs our being.
Empty. Vacant. Have we not become machines?
The complex maze of our inner thoughts left untraversed; left to rot.
We’re alive. Breathing, but set to fucking rust.
Feigning lights like static. A glimpse of life but threatening to disconnect.
Our eyes like static. A glimpse of life but threatening to disconnect.

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from Transmissions, released April 11, 2017

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