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A Mortal Thought

from Prisoners Of The Flock by The Weight

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All my efforts pinned
I see no way at all to win
Resurrecting dead end paths
Somewhere deep inside
The hurting stops
When I start to think
And the moments dwelled on
Drowned by drink
Pacing back and forth
I thought too much of what they think
Let the knowledge fall
The learned ones have yet to crawl
Let the knowledge fall
Locked away my mind
The vault with hinges rusted shut
I’m giving it all away at once
But it’s coming back
I thought I’d die with all that hate in my veins
Cultivate aggression in your heart
All that you will find is nothing but anger
Forge submission in your mind
All that you will feel is sadness and heartache
Form follows function
I wasn’t built to yield to confliction
The rotting depths I have now surpassed it
Fear is nothing if refused to consume it
This time
We rewind
Gives way to an unfettered mind
We waste too much borrowed time
Don’t compare
The cancer kills it's host and separates, then throws to the starved
A clenched fist is as silent as a slit wrist

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from Prisoners Of The Flock, released November 9, 2012

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The Weight Adelaide, Australia

Metal / Hardcore band from Adelaide SA forming in 2009.

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