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This is my own little piece of desolation
From the cracks in the ground to this absurdist television
The sun comes bursting through the blinds
With every breath, I kiss this world goodbye
The sound it makes is full of nothing
Just a desperate grasp for a way
To find some sign to mark our space in time
When we know this all will blow away

The drama of exile in your homeland
A man with no country, no ally or friend
Moving in silence whenever I must
Nothing to hold onto, no one to trust
This is my own little piece of desolation

This is my own little piece of desolation
I watch the grass in the cracks and these insipid politicians
The sun beats down and the fan turns 'round
As this world pisses itself away
My visions take ahold of me -
More violently with each passing day
Everywhere I look, I see the eulogy for the human race
Circling the drain, thrashing with pain, drowning in its own waste

Mercy of cruelty, the loneliness of truth
Freedom found in solitude
Being and nothingness - one in the same
Knowing this all will fade away
This is my own little piece of desolation
From the cracks in the ground to this bankrupt television
With nothing of value, nothing to say
Smiling, spitting lies all day
The sound it makes is full of nothing
Just a flash of impotent rage
At our insignificance in the grand scheme of things
This is my own little piece of desolation

This is my own little piece of desolation

Lyrics: William Street - SYNSEN Music (BMI)

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from Exile And The Kingdom, released December 3, 2021

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