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Taste the felling season
Like a childhood friend
Count the rings of reason
Mark another end
You only speak in years
Carved a highway through your head
The nostalgic taste you dread
It’s a strip mall now
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Cast thee out starving devils
I will not feed your ilk
Spread your tendrils like a cancer
Leech the lifeblood you can’t savor
Sow your suffering elsewhere
May you die without a host
You almost pulled me under
But if you’re content to drown
Then so be it
Drown
Caught in caskets (of) your own making
Casting lots on innocence
I will not be your savior
I will press your heads down under
Drown
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Merricat
01:26
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Nothing colors this blasted heath
Soil is poisoned
Water unwell
Earth is sickened
Handing a hell
Unto our children
Nothing colors this blasted heath
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thejudasobscure Waterbury, Connecticut
"The Beast of Brass City" - one-piece screamo/noisecore. 100% of music/merch proceeds go to CT Bail Fund.
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