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Oh, how the sullen sky
sets the mood for the grey and weak.
The bottom of a bottle
beckons me for a swim.
Grey and empty.
I could point fingers but the image
In the mirror keeps pointing back.
The after taste doesn't sit quite right.
Call me king Midas, I turn everything to shit.

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from FISSURE​/​SHACKL​Σ​S Split, released March 29, 2018

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