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Plasma Fire in the Underground Secret Laboratory

from Fossil Feud by CUR

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Open up my eyes one last time, so I can see the strings that act this scene. Take the silver from my sight, I'm sick of seeing the reflections inside.
Thrown myself in this hole in the ground, bogged down in black fuel. Mired in all the reasons not to believe in you. So salt a prayer and say some dirt for me.

Acid in my ears, counting out, swimming in the pit of my stomach. Along with all the aborted words I feel try to beat out of my chest.
I've been my best where I've been trapped where all my wishes drowned. Fossils fuel. Thrown myself in this hole in the ground. Salt your prayer and say one more decade of dirt for me.

Down here now, it seems so easy to feel the rhythm of your feet. And I will know just where you stand, when my hand pulls you into the soil, the dirt, the sunken peat. Throw another spadeful down but I will never let myself be beat.

Doused in black fuel, lie me down by night and light the funeral pyre. You will never smother it out.
So throw another spadeful down and salt your prayer.

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from Fossil Feud, released July 16, 2016

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