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Aver
02:41
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Nothing left to do. Leave behind rivers flooded. Believe in nature. With metal and bone. Believe in no more death. A vacant reminder. Believe in silence. For no one to see. The master cries out. No one is listening. His voice dissipates as it rings hollow. Were the scar in time.Soaking in your spoils. We are the scar in time. Dominion has ended. Refuge has deserted you.
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Funeral Circus
01:54
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Time is severed. Escaping has passed. You've rendered yourself useless. Embers are weak, they die with you. The caravan is at hand. Procession will come. Birds line the field. Stalking all around. You fade. Your roots are strained. Inject the instrument. Grind your gears. Burn what's left. Losing never felt this good.The funeral circus is near.
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Dropping Out
01:37
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No time for persuasion. Dropping out. Doubt fills the air. Locust will fall. Made decisions. The day has a way to agitate, don't be disheartened. Friends are no longer.
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Dirtbag
01:53
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Hide behind the cloth, but the stench still permeates. Abandon camp and change your ways, but you will be back. Dirtbag. You have soil under your nails and an unpleasant demeanor. Nature will win over time. Chance to embrace the inevitable. Dirtbag. You will break. You will be back.
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Spill
02:07
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Heading down a path to a place you know doesn't exist. Grind your heels into your hands. Your drive dwindles and flakes. I will be here to remind you. Grind your heels into your hands. Punishment has it's rewards, has it's place. Set your bed. Lay in the comfort. Despise comfort. I am always here to remind you. You were hanging by a thread, now it's more like a rope. Spill your guts, no one is listening. Spill your guts till they bleed.
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The Road
03:05
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The road is awake. Waiting for the drumbeat. We are only visitors. A time has come. The end of us. This place will glow. The lights have gone dim. Say your rites. It's the last hour. Today is earned. Burn your medals. This place will glow. The line is busted. Dig up the buried. Cattle your young.
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Fires
04:20
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Sometimes he shows up. Will not help. Only likes winners. He won't help. Hand reaches out draped in irony. You're dripping blood. The road is ahead. Reject the offer. He won't help. Sever all ties. Will not help. Killing the Emperor. Your time. Billions of years crumble before us. The fire is set. Waiting for you. Fires.
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