Hourly Painted Obscurity

Opus Of A Machine

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You believed everything you wanted,
I wouldn't know,
I controlled everything you couldn't,
You never knew
We're spiralling through this,
This loss of our identity,
You, I, never

You breathe lies,
Or so it seems,
A vague try to force it on myself,
This meaning,
Found only to me,
This feeling,
A trapped and lonely guide,

This is bleeding through the ground,
A siren silenced through my ignorance,
Still cycling through this,
Your relentless obsession will only get you so far,
And you're fighting against all the reasons for change,
Your painted body,

You breathe lies,
Or so it seems,
A vague try to force it on myself,
This meaning,
Found only to me,
This feeling,
A trapped and lonely guide.