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Texty: Low. Trust. Point Of Disgust.

Once I was lost to the point of disgust
I had in my sight
Lack of vision, lack of light
I have hard, I have fast
Mercy me, never last

Then in the dust, all the things we discussed
Were thrown to the wind
So at last, we begin
'Cause we fall hard, we fall fast
Mercy me, never last