cRave
time wasted, years occupied
what comes of this doesn’t matter
strap on a ride on this self-destruct machine
indeed I know it doesn’t matter
as the duty absentee, I don’t care what you say
what you crave might be exactly what you need
you crawl along the floor in darkness till it makes you bleed
what you crave might be exactly what you need
but your voice echoing in the darkness is all you will heed
to me it seems, reformat this machine
pick up all the parts you have left
reassign objectives, reload the magazines
crosshairs on the path that lies ahead
as the human refugee, I can’t hear what you say
what you crave might be exactly what you need
you crawl along the floor in darkness till it makes you bleed
what you crave might be exactly what you need
but your voice echoing in the darkness is all you will heed
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