Funeral Circus

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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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from S​/​T, released September 14, 2018

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Mike Grantham
Shaun Drees
Alex Bond
Jeff Howe

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