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Yesterday Never Comes
03:51
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Romantics lie: no rustic bliss, no golden age outside their charmed circle
So douse the fires of industry — give us stale bread and superstition, give us the courage to bury our childish dreams
Let us rejoice as idiots do: let us be sparse, unheard, then gone
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Silence Is Crippling
05:37
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Words twice ground, choked, swallowed down, gnaw against the bindings.
A spine to snap unleashing letters pregnant with intention, roots obscured, interpretations weighted by their wanting.
Confusion reigns masquerading (as) certainty unquestioned.
Swallow and drown.
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Childhood's End
04:33
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Postwar tantrums rage as gilded cradles creak
Lock your playrooms tight and push your litters out into a dying world
New generations blink under a blank and pitiless sun, while you count your precious tears and cry yourself hoarse every night
Let your sons, your daughters, sweep up your broken toys — they were never children because you've been one all your life
Cry, and watch your tears drown the world
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Porch flags fly
Napalm pours from the screen
White men snarl
The camps overflow
We are at war: we have always been at war
No civilians
No neutral observers
No treaties hold
No rules of engagement
We are at war: we have always been at war
No white lies
No white sheets
No white flag
No white crosses for the fallen
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Dour Boston, Massachusetts
B - bass, upright bass, vocals
Mike - drums
Morgan - guitar, vocals
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