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though they came crawling, right on command, the weight was far to heavy to bare, when ruled by my hands – how, could you, expect, to fail. – it’s just one new page turned, in my book of old regrets, cause we’re still standing, reclaiming the reins when you lost grip. – how, could you, expect, to fail … you were always running circles round this dead end fucking town. – and you can tell, by the smell from, the back of the room, somebody’s bodies getting, chalk outlined tonight, cause it’s our time now man, I’ll be checking the obituaries everyday, please fucking die. – how , could you, expect, you’d fail , me.

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from FlameThrower EP + 2 Songs (ST3​-​001), released December 31, 2012

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