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"burn down your cities"

nihilist evolution theory

Five tonne singing, word for word, our time of rhyme
ive got this feeling, screaming stella, inside my mind
the poem, so cold, could it be evolution?

which makes our hearts grow cold, and our fingers broken
with no more songs to play, lost, our art unspoken

Stella.

To grow bored is a slow and painful death