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Terminal State

It darkens our sayings

Curses our wills

Forces our needs

Lessens our skills

The untold

Rottens our actions

Bites our soul

Peels our heart

Digs our grave

Punishes disclosure

And never gets rattled

It's the untold

The untold

Running up here

Hanging about

Running up here

Seeding the doubt

The untold

Raises our greed

Glides on the air

Circles around

The dive in the shelter

The paper one crinkles

It's the untold, the untold

Rottens our actions

Leaks our failures

You don't believe me?

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