Ebm7 / B (b5)
What's the matter with me? Not much... really Really, I'm quite happy The thing is... the adjoining Those on the verge And, what separates... and where we merge I wonder if anyone spectates... or, do you speculate everyone participates? Do you think those on the verge... are on the verge of being submerged? Are we on the verge of destruction? Have we determined that those adjoining are on the verge of elimination? What sort-of speculation can you offer as to my destiny if I eliminate everything adjoining me? Instead of enjoying the adjoining, we considered them apprehensive... got defensive And, started detesting the adjoining Heading no warning Just digesting the adoring and regurgitating the abhorring Forever ignoring the duty in front of me -- the adjoining Forever ignoring the responsibility left behind me -- the adjoining Beside myself in vanity Abandoning the adjoining Replacing with me Destroying the adjoining At the peril of me Now, there's nothing left to see
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