LYRIC
Consumed by oppression
Trapped inside a premonition
And I wish that I could dream
Of something other than this grand dismantling [Chorus] We burn through these bodies
But we're no strangers to purgatory [Post-Chorus] Progression ends
And as we suffocate
We're comatose
Laid out on our backs
With our hearts exposed [Verse 2] Connected ends
Bleed into one
There's comfort in the misfortune
And I wish that I could sleep
But I pray that I don't dream of foreboding seas [Chorus] We burn through these bodies
But we're no strangers to purgatory [Bridge] I can see the shore
But I tread in slow motion [Outro] We are bound to a toxic culture
And as the sun fades
We're prey for the vultures
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