Subsistence Defined

The Deadstation

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    Is there a side to take?
    If one could be correct…
    Concern is but a notion
    Following compulsion
    Confound by principles of aim
    No increment of gain
    Each flag yields no return
    A tarnished hue of comfort

    Will you find the time to tend your own?
    Do you cut your loss and seek greener plains?

    When you’re there, you’ll know
    It’s the place where all goes to hell
    When you’re there, you’ll know
    You’ll know

    Got to
    Must
    Can’t adjust
    Can’t think clearly
    Can’t gain my trust
    Because me is us
    No majority
    Got to
    Must
    Must adjust
    Adjust severely
    Remove the rust
    Clear the dust
    Am I still underneath?

    It’s out of my hands
    Separation; isolation
    The prospect of change is elusive
    My resolve remains tenacious

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    Will you find the time to tend your own?
    Do you cut your loss and seek greener plains?

    When you’re there, you’ll know
    It’s the place where all goes to hell
    When you’re there, you’ll know
    You’ll know

    Empty
    Nothing
    Inside
    Worthy
    Unsure
    Nervous
    Tension
    Purpose

    No sleep
    Pale skin
    Nauseous
    Choking

    Pressure
    Heightening
    Ruthless
    Crushing

    Hope is Dead

    Got to
    Must
    Can’t adjust
    Can’t think clearly
    Can’t gain my trust
    Because me is us
    No majority
    Got to
    Must
    Must adjust
    Adjust severely
    Remove the rust
    Clear the dust
    Am I still underneath?

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