intro: x4
Toxic Emissions
Modern Conditions
vague apparitions
Lost in the discontent
cling to the senses
cling to the nothingness
Laugh you are not there
Laugh like you do not care
Tension and dying air
Soft and familiar
Wide eyed and innocent
Warm ways and imminence
Breathe in, breathe in
Breathe in, breathe in
Oblivion!
Oblivion!
Oblivion!
Oblivion!
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Lines in a paper
Black clouds and vapour
Mouth filled with summer
Light rain and meteors
Light rain and meteors
Holes in the universe
Crayons and scribblers
Infinite bellies burst
Cracks in the ocean, crust
Choke on the cosmic dust
What will become of us?
What will become of us?
What will become of us?
What will become of us?
Oblivion!
Oblivion!
Oblivion!
Oblivion!
Oblivion!
Oblivion!
Oblivion!
Oblivion!