Almost finished track off of the upcoming "Pax Americana" tape.
Raze the barrel over one bad apple then rub the tumour with ash and declare it healed. Foolhardy ideas multiply and divide... Invoked, the inalienable. Whispers underneath the deafening clamour of calcified pineal glands and coaxial rage. Of smoking snake oil and stage prop children.
Suffocate over circumstance.
Suffocating under 51%.
Pliable convictions will bend. The bent will be broken. The broken will be discarded and once discarded, we'll be forgotten. Can you still smell the pillars of smoke drifting on the wind? All for one, watching stardust, blood, and bone intermingle in flames. I let live yet can't live, but at least I'm safe now.
released 17 June 2014
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