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I’ve been a traitor
I’ve ceded defeat
the force of ego smashed underfoot
and I’ve been weak
I’ve been some places
I can barely stand
On a stretch of bad road so poorly planned
Even the worst maps just reprimand
Your false sense of direction
That patina of suffering
And trifecta of disconnection
Man is tormented by no greater anxiety
Than to find someone quickly
To hand over the gift of autonomy
And without this stable conception
He would not consent to go on living
And would rather destroy himself
Than stay on earth
Though he has bread in abundance

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from Body of Habit / Visible Fissures EP, released August 1, 2013

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