Amnesia - Long

The sun will not rise today

You children will stay where you lay

The oil is black and it's thick

And sex is a void filled with plastic

The President's mouth is a whore

When there's murder, the audience roars

There's no room left here for the strong

And everything human's necessarily wrong

And this city's a crowded room

And the earth is a closing tomb

In my hand is your perfect womb

When you breathe, your breath is obscene

My heart is a lead box

Ideas are shutting locks

The air was just turned off

Now you're sucking from this machine

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