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The Funeral Procession lyrics
The funeral procession passed by here today. Confusion and questions left strewn in its wake. But I feel like I knew his paina mechanical failure while enduring the norm. Some of us fracture, others simply deform and lose their elasticity, never to return to the shape they were. I wonder which is worse? I try to keep my composure amidst the insanity, resigned to the truth that I will not live to see the dawn of a better day that might wash away the sadness of this age. I try to keep the voices calling me at bay, desperately clinging to any futile act of human decency. The voices love to remind me of my futility. Sitting on my hands hoping anyone else than me will do what should be done, its hard to not succumb as they call my name. You gotta keep on truckin anyways.
Part of these releases
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- Track 8 on Supporting Caste
- 7 Potemkin City Limits
- 9 Without Love
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- Track 2 on Supporting Caste Disc 2
- 1 Potemkin City Limits
- 3 Without Love
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