inane

Haec sors est immanis inanis etiamsi (Semmer velata dissolubilis)

Inane rubeface a luna (Nemo nisi innocentes dormire potest)

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The ghosts of stale ideals and burning bridges

In simplified inane depictions of a different world

A lie to serve the fold and the forces in them

No need to feel betrayed

No need to feel inane

No need to feel afraid

And when you rush I'll call your name

Like Harvard Square holds all inane

And don't you know I'll be your badger

Death could not leave without

Don't try to scour your inane soul

It would be labours lost

Is it any wonder

Things are so inane?

So many quests for compassion

A temple of rubble, the low and blind betray

Inane, the pleasures that leave a sorry state

You're told of treasures, indulgence cannot wait

Qualified, justified

Pasteurized, so inane

Mathematics prevail

Syntho-nipple, pit of stone

Ravaged in an inane grip

Chewing chicken from the lip

Where does the setting sun go to rest? Go to rest? The darkest days

come and go, they never seem to end. Inhuman, inhumane, inane

existence. Barely existing. Surviving. Reviving a world that has been

Impaled by the thorn, mechanical

Inane it's your sacrifice

Rational thought evaded by false concept

I've always said fuck when I thought I could

To me this seems so inane

I don't need an attitude

That castles in Spain are just a big pain

That life is inane if you're sufferin'

I'm not blufferin'!

turned to a milky-grey depressing blend,

Which incidentally made Gray feel inane,

so he set off to find a less trite identity,

We're accustomed to believing

The inane

So we pray

I fit right on the face of the earth

So inane and soar

And I took it all for what it was worth

Tell me, tell me, tell me again

'Cause it's very inane

Are you pleased to see me suffer ever?

& Oh what a silly world it is...

To be so miserable over something inane as this.

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Drugged and humbled by the smell

Sorrows inane

Of which we do not know the name

Girl, I could be doing this all day

But the lack of flesh and blood beneath the words leaves me inane

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Fabricating worth

So inane

A drop of water in an ocean of hate

Makes me all the plainer see

How inane, how vain, how empty

Life without her would be

Life

Inane

Taking all of you