All this murk we're drownin in
a hemorrhage from leeches rotting on the wounds of cankered institutions.
so futile a tourniquet.
Become decrepit, every sinew.
every cog is rusting.
seams are ripping.
artificial selection
natural retaliation

abandoning all stations
won't ever stop the bleed of these machines

acutely distort imminent disasters
to keep us calm before the storm.

Lyrics submitted by grindbear

Hemorrhage song meanings
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