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ships out within 5 days
A knife slips deep into the spine of the country side.
Cityscapes escape their fate, swallowing their pride.
Whats left to gain besides the pain of percussive lies?
Upon the ground a man has found something else to take.
But Ill break much like the steel sure and strong
To stand tidal waves that eat us all.
A mask clung tight alleves the fright of what we've done
Like tearing holes and breaking molds, to burn hot like the sun
Suck the fuel you stubborn mules, and see what she becomes.
Apollo steals another day, we're closer to our fate.
We face the aftermath of what we have done
Then men will reject the blame because, "I'm not one."