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• Artiste: Ludicra
• Titre: The Undercaste
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Another day Built from decay A famined slumber Gone is the summer Frowned upon are the weak and the worn For they reek of sick and sorrow They outrun the spectre of hardship Into scarred open arms thrown back to the mire Each backward step is theirs to own (own) Every heartache in a misshapen being (being) Each hungry mouth an empty well (wellness) Running dry, there's never enough to go around (around) They are human herds of patience They slouch and shift their weight They remain in the cracks They remain in the fray Frowned upon are the weak and the worn For they reek of sick and sorrow From the creeping dawn To the dying dusk They dance a callous step Forage for diamonds Among the turf Live for what is left Trails of smoke Yellow eyes Live for what is left Trails of smoke Yellow eyes There's never enough (of anything) to go around