> The Darkener's Console

With a great effort, the rug is moved to one side of the room, revealing the dusty cover of a closed trap door.

Toes —

Standing on your toes for a picture
You know the recipe

Wash through the masses
With hidden corpses
With your own forces
With smiles and lies
Comprimise

Majority
Kill me

The stage is so relentless
Watered down and bent, this
The state is so relentless
Bend, this


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