Modern Muck from Mild Mold by (Yéssë)

I will lose it all
sitting on the throne of
modern muck
Oh, how I got stuck

now we will see
how time decays me
We'll try to delay
but it wins, always
I am not a broker of a peace of mind

Now I hardened up
from loss, love, and luck
that you slowly shove
it moves like clouds above

for nothing came to me
when the whole world was blank as far as I can see
I could've made it anything
there are endless possiblities.
but I end up right back to what we know.

How fast time will flow
living on the go
rolling through the air
like a rock that's been thrown

in my domain
I will remain
skin wrapped around my bones
The mind makes up what its shown
Got to make it today
No matter what they say
I won't wait and see
got all the things I need
figure its the way
that we all stay sane
if I were to understand
the pathways to the perfect plan
I'd follow it through
like lines in my hand
while I write this story
on my bones.

The days are stuck
sinking in the modern muck
Sitting on my throne
I will lose it all.

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