If you can hear it
It means you're still alive
The cold spirit
Chases after warmth
The gears don't settle
Power won't be contained
Scrap metal
Born of violet flame
And it circles right back around
You're a heat pattern
You're indistinct
Let it rip so casual
Accelerate into our
Well-deserved death
There's no tally
Only cash
Camouflaged credit
Breathing down your back
And it circles right back around
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