Ft. Lewis, MALIGN
About negatively acquainted poor groups of friends.
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12. DREGGS (Ft. Lewis, Malign)
You gather at the bottom, unlikely bedfellows, but all still rotten.
The last remaining, unwanted, discarded waste.
Yet you’re still somehow smug,
but I see through that face.
You’re not the worst but fuck are you lot all far from the best.
A fair-weather clique, exclusive just to who’s left.
There’s a reason folks like you all end up being friends.
It’s ‘cos’ dreggs attract dreggs, the same means, the same ends.
DREGGS, ATTRACT DREGGS,
You gather at the bottom, unlikely bedfellows, but all still rotten.
Your arrogance proceeds you, your self indulgence defeats you.
Your self assured ego misleads you.
Alienates, all those who surround you.
Poisons what little good that you can do,
The fake rewards you receive, all deceive you.
The few who stay now resent you.
Sit back and Watch as they leave you.
DREGGS, ATTRACT DREGGS,
You gather at the bottom, unlikely bedfellows, but all still rotten.