It's dirty everywhere

It's filthy 

the smell

I don't think will leave


You should see yourself

You should see me 

Our composures left

Before we could


There's no alternative

No experts

We need to start to dig 

With our fingernails


It's inevitable

We could feel it

We stuck around

Out of fear and habit

◄ Our Best Guest

Pace ►


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