Contingence

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Progressive slamming post-jazzcore.
Lyrics:
I'm guilty; I chewed up the hands that fed,
ran on empty, and spent my best years in bed.
Forgive me for leaving myself for dead
when you let me survive in that beautiful head.
Have I dishonored my potential?
When did waiting patiently progress into complacency?
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ContingenceBy Jesse Talbot