Dichotomy

Apathy will never cease
No return, no release
Torn apart piece by piece
Black, your abyss
Let it be your dichotomy

Turning back the sands of time
Looking back you'll never find
Void of thought, pain of mind

Wait to see who'll be dying at your feet
Who's dying at your feet?

Doesn't matter what they do or what they say
'Cause you've always found a place to run away
Coagulation, never finish, never start
As you drive another spike in your pretty little heart

Apathy will never cease
No return, no release
Torn apart piece by fucking piece

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