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LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang

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Congratulations on the mess you made of things;

On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings.

And oxidation is the compromise you own

But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones saved

You force your fire then you falsify your deeds

Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds

And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds

But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her lead

This is beginning to feel like the long

winded blues of the never

This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly

and finding a throat to choke

This is beginning to feel like the long

winded blues of the never

Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture

and blowing the crows, the smoke

This is beginning to feel like the long

winded blues of the never

Static eplosion devoted to crushing the broken

and shoving their souls to ghost

Eternalised. Objectified.

You set your sights so high.

But this is beginning to feel like

the bolt busted loose from the lever

Never you mind

Death professor

Your structure's fine

My dust is better

Your victim flies so high

All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next

Never you mind

Death professor.

Love is life,

My love is better.

Your fiction flies so high,

Eyes could be the diamonds

Confused with who's next

Never you mind

Death professor.

Your shocks are fine,

My struts are better.

Your fiction flies so high,

Y'all could use a doctor

Who's sick, who's next?

Never you mind

Death professor.

Electrified, my love is better

It's crystallized, so'm I.

All could be the diamond

Fused with who's next

This is beginning to feel

like the dawn of the luz of forever.

This is beginning to feel

like the dawn of the luz of forever.

This is beginning to feel

like the dawn of the luz of forever.

This is beginning to feel

like the dawn of the luz of forever.