The silhouette of a flag
The murmuring of some national anthem
Parades of monochrome hair
There's a nostalgic sense in the air
I smell of cigarette butts
Spray-on deodorant and teenage lust

What a shame
It all stagnates
Clings to the past
Necromance

Hallelujahs shouted up to skies
The book of everything is fine if everything is mine
You'll find them kind as long as nothing is disrupting time
Sand in the hourglass, must not pass where they draw the line
It's all assisted, your rеsistance here doеs not apply
You will adjust now, you will learn to love how you're despised
A ticker-tape parade, a curb to place a different face
It's no surprise, you should have known that was the truth of lies
The open secret is the oldest ways are in their prime
Chewing tobacco-flavored spit into your crying eyes
Notice that flag attach the pickup you've been dragged behind
You drive on gleefully unbothered, flash an okay sign
Oh, how they pine to hold the hive as one connected mind
The party line that you exist in is committing crime
Under the shade of Oakley glasses, there's no eye-for-eye
Freedom of choice, you can be ruled or you can fucking die
What a shame
It all stagnates
Clings to the past
Necromance

What a shame
It all stagnates
Clings to the past
Necromance

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