Clandestine weapons won't provoke forgiveness
Subjugate, advocate, wilt away

Catacombs, organised resistance
Fortified trenches, gilded in enigma

No one will ever know how we really feel about this
We'll keep going, but only cos we don't know how to stop
I'm atrocious, nefarious, I've abandoned the notion of hope
Everything hangs on this, this threadbare f___ing rope
Everything hangs on this

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