"Unbalancing The Negative Space"
We cut deeper when they break their promises.
Sights aimed crooked; A shot to wound.
Sick of living in the present tense
We've exhausted all our tolerance.
I reject your concept of a circle
Punishing the action as a sin
For when we plant our gardens around the trenches
We fear the thorns will start growing in on us.
This Art falls on Primitive Eyes.
Thanks to Atreides for these lyrics
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