Utopian Sprawl
from Prone Burial by Void Dancer
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lyrics
From under the earth.
Repine scorched earth. Claim your plot to trade it.
When streets seem deserted,
they throng with deeds of the mentally ill.
A sanctuary won’t be found. This cemetery knows no bounds.
Long dead dreams in a haze of misanthropy.
Belong or be ignored.
Medicated subliminal scorn.
Your headaches become your new gods.
A sanctuary won’t be found.
A list of names that make no sound.
We dream buried in concrete.
Nothing is sacred, it’s all for sale.
Exposed bodies in the open.
Arms raised, chest to the blackening sun.
The blaze churning all around you.
Watch as utopia lives, utopia learns.
Scorched earth.
Exposed, dead last in the rat race.
Arms raised, chest to the ambient sun.
The blaze spreading as the crowds do. Watch as utopia burns.
Repine scorched earth. Claim your plot to trade it.
When streets seem deserted,
they throng with deeds of the mentally ill.
A sanctuary won’t be found. This cemetery knows no bounds.
Long dead dreams in a haze of misanthropy.
Belong or be ignored.
Medicated subliminal scorn.
Your headaches become your new gods.
A sanctuary won’t be found.
A list of names that make no sound.
We dream buried in concrete.
Nothing is sacred, it’s all for sale.
Exposed bodies in the open.
Arms raised, chest to the blackening sun.
The blaze churning all around you.
Watch as utopia lives, utopia learns.
Scorched earth.
Exposed, dead last in the rat race.
Arms raised, chest to the ambient sun.
The blaze spreading as the crowds do. Watch as utopia burns.
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from Prone Burial,
released April 22, 2022
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Void Dancer Seattle, Washington
deprivating progressive death
discography
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Apr 2022 -
May 2020