Lyrics:

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Is this that something different

for which I prepared, of which I was scared?

Sort of a shame how it feels much the same;

knots in my hair leave me worse for the wear.

I'm not drowning anymore;

I'm just adrift somewhere offshore,

gathering barnacles amongst fish and gulls.

Who knows what I'm waiting for.

What are we waiting for?

Consume the rich and let their blood sustain us.

Colorless candor;

inhibitions are such a bother.

Sever the anchor

to indecision and time well squandered.

[What are we waiting for?]

Mutiny.

So accustomed to instability;

acclimated to lack of agency;

relegated to cogs in the machine;

desecrated along with democracy.

Destroy the demagogue;

slaughter the corporate whore;

expel the status quo;

what are we waiting for?

The seeds of doubt seek solace in dark corners,

mimicking the larvae of moths in detritus.

Set them all ablaze; we will not be fazed;

consume the rich and let their blood sustain us.

Mutiny.

Insurrection in the face of greed.

Haven't I heard this all before?

I've said it a million times and more.

Who knows what we're waiting for?

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Thanks for listening. \m/

~ Contingence