Storm won’t end
It just needs to turn
Old and disguised
All crying out alone
A real imitator
So far so good
In the basement
Memorized and divided by nothing
So easily left behind
You protected yourself
So bulletproof its true
And in the moment of grief
You’re just relieved that it wasn’t you
I was in the basement
I was in the basement
Always carried to the end
While your brutalizing the truth
And you tell all your friends
That superstition doesn’t work on you
I was in the basement
I was in the basement
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