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Hold this line as the final time
A finite life in memetic reprise
Too much relies on facile signs
Too much defines a meaning it can’t find

And in the course of their lives entwined
With one denied with one that’s left behind
A spate of precepts redefined
When all it needed is a reason to survive

Cut back another wasted life
A shell of fear on a fucking waste of time
Who’ll take stock of the sum of what I’ve done?
Who’ll sing an empty refrain when I’m gone?

Anemic lines hide fading minds
No furtive host more decrepit of kind
To paralyzed imperiled lies
To puerile voice the half won flow of time

And in the course of their lives entwined
With one denied with one that’s left behind
A spate of precepts redefined
When all it needed is a reason to survive

Cut back another wasted life
A shell of fear on a fucking waste of time
Who’ll take stock of the sum of what I’ve done?
Who’ll sing an empty refrain when I’m gone?

Cut back another wasted life
A shell of fear on a fucking waste of time
So take stock on the sum of what I’ve done
Then sing an empty refrain and I’m
Gone

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from Not Enough to Survive, track released January 10, 2024

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I.X.XI Madison, Wisconsin

I.X.XI is a solo symphonic death industrial project dealing with loss, survivor's guilt, and the search for meaning in an indifferent world

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