Dissertation of an Idle Voice

Bless the coming resurgence
The bitter lure of the repeat philosophy
Don’t trust progress they marked a love
The main substance just calls for blood
Don’t trust
Don’t trust
Their so-called solution
They’ll stab the nails in your hand and
And call it purity
You don’t need to cut out your heart
Nothing is falling apart
You don’t need to cut out your heart
There such beauty in writing your part
You don’t need to cut out your heart
Nothing is falling apart
You don’t need to cut out your heart
There such beauty in writing your part
You don’t need to cut out your heart
Nothing is falling apart
You don’t need to cut out your heart
There such beauty in writing your part
You don’t need to cut out your heart
Nothing is falling apart
You don’t need to cut out your heart
There such beauty in writing your part
You don’t need to cut out your heart
Nothing is falling apart
You don’t need to cut out your heart
There such beauty in writing your part