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The devil sits close on the tip of his chair
His claws of nothingness float still in the air
They don’t move
But get closer
Every time I look

I’m bekoned to peek but I try not to stare
Don’t spend too long cuz you’ll get your fair share
Of the vast
Indescribable

Cherish your loved ones or blow out your brains
Spend time with friends or just do drugs and waste
Cuz your fate
Is still imminent

One day you will not wake up from your sleep
No dreams and no nightmares no pain and no peace
Just some objects
And a body

Tender and timid my limbs try to reach
For something to feel in reality
But my mind
Knows the answer

Melodramatic and too self aware
Sometimes I cannot escape from the fear
I could cry
I could vomit
Rock myself to sleep

Some people pray and some wallow in sin
Still can’t extinguish the thought of the sheer fucking end
Of my likeness

One day you will not wake up from your sleep
No dreams and no nightmares no pain and no peace
Just some objects
And a body

First in
And first out
Inventoried
Six feet under

We’re the last in
So we’ll lay low
The reaper’s audit
Born to fail

From cradle to grave we process why
From womb to tomb we learn the truth
Standard operating procedure
Save yourself cuz survivings the feature

Cradle to grave
From womb to tomb
The only certainty is impending doom

My mind is the master my body’s the slave
Sentient rot in my prison of meat
No pain and no peace
Eternal sleep

No dreams and no nightmares
No pain and no peace
There will be no savior
You wont meet the beast

From the cradle to the grave and out the womb unto the tomb
The only certainty is certainly the all impending doom

I try to kill the thought but in the end it is the thought that’s killing me and keeping life from being what it’s ‘sposed to be

The destination
Ruination
My fixation
Till my days are done

First in
First out
Inventoried
Six feet under

We’re the last in
So we’ll lay low
The reaper’s audit
Born to fail

From cradle to grave we process why
From womb to tomb we learn the truth
Standard operating procedure
Save yourself cuz survivings the feature

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from Eat From The Tree, released August 6, 2021

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The original Crust Folk
Established 2012 in Chicago, IL

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