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[Verse 1]
Perception colored by death
Of a loved one, of a friend
[Verse 2]
Conception choked at the hinge
When did this become the end?
[Verse 3]
Mercy, mercy
Kneel at the base of our monolith
And pray its faceless grey plains choose blindness
[Verse 4]
To bet on anything less
To bet on your dog to win
[Verse 5]
Finicky sleight of hand
[Verse 6]
Convince the spectators that you can't
Show off hollow accomplishments
[Verse 7]
Contention, cold sacrilege
Colder still for giving in
[Verse 8]
Mercy, mercy
Kneel at the base of our conduit
And pray its faceless grey plains choose blindness
Written by: Emma Ruth Rundle
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