Fire... Deth Lyrics

I've mastered the art of small talk the bond of wet paper and a friendly gesture giving way to a colder stance a black lung full of feeling remember this he says the machine gives no response I choke on the memories the garbage piles up the machine feeds back he grins lightly and turns away another tree in the forest dies I sleep well beneath my apathy

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