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Fall Fast
04:46
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Stargazer, wither and dance for rain. Today's blessing, tomorrow's famine. Dirt is dry and you're dust. Ignorance anoints the all mighty savior. Inspiration flows easy. Follow it closely off the cliffs. Let the chanting of the mantra fill you. Fanatical semantics. Tee-shirt tribe. Fall fast with your plastic smiles and lemur wide eyes. Naive glistening meteor shower.
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Pilots
02:48
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Take flight youthful ignorance. Hope and a warm delicate heart. The world will contaminate everyone. Sins and deception. Hard lessons sway pilots to fly solo. Sunlight no longer kisses upon weathered faces.
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Fly Solo
04:25
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Blushed away eyes. Once you see human evil there is no looking away from it. Storm clouds creep through highways inside. Until the tissue becomes venomous. Demons have taken these hands and tightened this bite. Encased in cold armor. Forever like winters of the north. Judas crowds gather behind saints. Sharp steel screams their names.
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Row
03:05
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Challengers of giants. Gamble for triumph. Unfeasible tasks for man with all odds against. We set sail towards a sinking destiny. Enclose us empty horizon. Hold fast for the great plunge. To the depths. To the depths. As deep as we must. Row for the next hardship. Row for the survival of kin. Row for the vitality we stake. Row until relieved. Burial at sea. Tale swings like an ax. Thrash ferociously. Floating stick remains of a vessel. The crew sinks fast without the ship. A widow waits. A child in hunger screams. We pay the ultimate just to make ends.
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Metacom
05:29
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If you want- what's ours- then build it -over our -skeletons."I am determined not to live until I have no country."(Metacom) We shall war until slumped over lifeless on battle horses. Plagued by a parasitic invasion. Threaten natives existence in their native land. Our beliefs are not yours and our way of life will never be molded. Tribes will unite. Houses will burn bright on our fathers land. Will you choose ashes or the scraping of a blade along ones skull."The saddest day that ever befell New England." (William Hubbard) Let Bloody Brook flow red. For our women and children you slaughtered. For the harmony you intrusively interrupted. Birthrights pillaged. The final barrel smokes.. A Snake in the grass approaches. My peoples spirit drains out of my punctured heart.
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