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Aaron Chaparian - Loathe Lyrics

Clocks pelt forward
I remain stagnant in this chair, no sound, no sentiment
My colorless eyes locked to the mirror, reflecting the atrocity before it
Every last emotion conjured into a silent, motionless, and cold stare

The sun rises and the sun falls
Outer spirits howl with me in the fires below

Still I look into the glass

As suicide flows through my blood viscously churning
I begin to shake
Erase the sickness from the earth
I am undeserving, I am misfortune

I am undeserving, I am misfortune
The curser and the unwilling
Never to change what I’ve done, and I suffer the consequence eternally