trench lyric bot
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a bot that skeets a random lyric from trench every hour
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trench lyric bot
@imabandibot.bsky.social
· Jun 13
welcome to trench.
but this year, though i'm far from home, in trench i'm not alone.
November 27, 2025 at 1:49 AM
but this year, though i'm far from home, in trench i'm not alone.
felt it in my youth, feel it when i'm old.
November 27, 2025 at 12:46 AM
felt it in my youth, feel it when i'm old.
now show up, show up, i know i shouldn't say this but a curse from you is all that i would need right now.
November 26, 2025 at 11:45 PM
now show up, show up, i know i shouldn't say this but a curse from you is all that i would need right now.
don't get me wrong, the rise in awareness is beating a stigma that no longer scares us, but for sake of discussion, in spirit of fairness could we give this some room for a new point of view?
November 26, 2025 at 10:46 PM
don't get me wrong, the rise in awareness is beating a stigma that no longer scares us, but for sake of discussion, in spirit of fairness could we give this some room for a new point of view?
the burning is so low it's concerning.
November 26, 2025 at 9:46 PM
the burning is so low it's concerning.
dusting off my jumpsuit.
November 26, 2025 at 8:46 PM
dusting off my jumpsuit.
i'm running' for my life, running' for my life.
November 26, 2025 at 7:45 PM
i'm running' for my life, running' for my life.
rent a racehorse and force a sponsor, and start a concert, a complete diversion, start a mob and you can be quite certain we'll win but not everyone will get out no no, we'll win but not everyone will get out no no, we'll win but not everyone will get out.
November 26, 2025 at 6:40 PM
rent a racehorse and force a sponsor, and start a concert, a complete diversion, start a mob and you can be quite certain we'll win but not everyone will get out no no, we'll win but not everyone will get out no no, we'll win but not everyone will get out.
no, i move slow. i want to stop time, i'll sit here 'til i find the problem.
November 26, 2025 at 5:39 PM
no, i move slow. i want to stop time, i'll sit here 'til i find the problem.
eight days straight, eight hours each and not one line.
November 26, 2025 at 4:36 PM
eight days straight, eight hours each and not one line.
the burning is so low it's concerning, 'cause they know that when it goes out it's a glorious gone.
November 26, 2025 at 3:35 PM
the burning is so low it's concerning, 'cause they know that when it goes out it's a glorious gone.
my middle name, my goodbye.
November 26, 2025 at 2:31 PM
my middle name, my goodbye.
stay with me, no, you don't need to run.
November 26, 2025 at 1:32 PM
stay with me, no, you don't need to run.
i'll morph to someone else.
November 26, 2025 at 12:30 PM
i'll morph to someone else.
you're a legend in my own mind.
November 26, 2025 at 11:30 AM
you're a legend in my own mind.
no, i don't know which way i’m going, but i can hear my way around.
November 26, 2025 at 10:25 AM
no, i don't know which way i’m going, but i can hear my way around.
my heart is with you hiding but my mind's not made.
November 26, 2025 at 9:27 AM
my heart is with you hiding but my mind's not made.
no, i don't know which way i’m going, but i can hear my way around.
November 26, 2025 at 8:28 AM
no, i don't know which way i’m going, but i can hear my way around.
east is up, when bishops come together they will know that dema don't control us, dema don't control..
November 26, 2025 at 7:26 AM
east is up, when bishops come together they will know that dema don't control us, dema don't control..
surrounded and up against a wall, i'll shred 'em all and go with you.
November 26, 2025 at 6:20 AM
surrounded and up against a wall, i'll shred 'em all and go with you.
what they throw at me's too slow.
November 26, 2025 at 5:19 AM
what they throw at me's too slow.
they know that it's almost over.
November 26, 2025 at 4:16 AM
they know that it's almost over.
neon gravestones try to call, neon gravestones try to call for my bones. call, call, call, call, call...
November 26, 2025 at 3:16 AM
neon gravestones try to call, neon gravestones try to call for my bones. call, call, call, call, call...
for if and when we go above, the question still remains: are we still in love and is it possible we feel the same?
November 26, 2025 at 2:14 AM
for if and when we go above, the question still remains: are we still in love and is it possible we feel the same?