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Guilt Machine On This Perfect Day

chance The story still untold (Twisting tension face the burn of mortality) This is your life The darkest place you'll go (Table turning face the burn of eternity) This

cold to feel (I know what you've done) In motion surreal (This is the season of the hollow) Who are you now? (I am for you to name) You're on your way

by definition Frustration is all that's left behind It's over You were waiting for a sign I was planning my next line You were bent on self-destruction

silence Numb the day away Move closer to a memory Feel it slip away Your sun is smiling on my ashes On this perfect day (Shut down the guilt machine