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I’m a candle burning
I’m a candle burning at both ends
Sometimes I’m a mess of wax
Sometimes I’m barely even singed
At war with our ideas
At war with our ambition
At war with the worthless vestiges
Of tradition
Sometimes I’m the elusive gilded praxis
With action at hand
And sometimes
I’m a bullet-ridden theory
that can barely stand
But that’s the human smell
Of failure and regret
That all perfectionists seek to forget
It’s the unity of contradiction
And exhaustion, limitless
That propagates the complication
To do what we wish
And that’s that human burn
Of triumph
over ideas
over our ambition
over the worthless vestiges
Of tradition

Of failure and regret
Of triumph

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

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