No It, U Love Revolution

Fallen into spiraling
With every dance
With every sing
Off-centered weights
Throw it around
The molten core
Beneath the ground
Beneath the grind
Behind the sound
Afforded thought
But pay no mind
Try not to see
Without a blind
It’s always worse
The wounded nurse
The devil speaks
A hidden curse
On metal grooves
Spun in reverse
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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