Текст песни Phthisis

The future sticks out its tongue
In the eyes of the gentle past
It fears its own demise
But knows it cannot last

This momentary throne
Precariously formed from its ashes
It takes the time we thought
Was ours below to be reborn
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Throw us away like a stack of old paper
Learn not from our scrawls
Close your ears to our rantings
And come against us

Flex your hooked claws and sniff
Like a dog at the stench of our decaying minds
Distrust the deceitful math of our perishing eyes
Run away from the phthisicky past