How is the opinion of people?
Thick, miasmic darkness surrounds us.
Infecting. Seething.
Intentions: Unclear.
All hope disappears.
(Sorry, I began working on a new project yesterday, and have been pumping out lyric ideas for the last two weeks like some modern-industrial Edgar Allan Poe...)
Damn Bob that's some Trent Reznor level despair

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