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

--REPEAT--

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