Circle of Dead Children Two-Week Notice Lyrics

There is a wicked barrier that detaches and discolors our unattainable dreams from our inescapable realities
Nothing chafes the ego more than the monstrous realism of eight hours of subservience applied for and anticipated so that the possibility of a less materialistic existence could be avoided
Like slowly sucking cold tar through a narrow straw
Vomit upon your dreams
Slowly sucking until you die

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