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Enter the Spit
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WAKE UP, LOOK OUT. I WILL PLUCK OUT MY EYES. YOU SPIT OUT YOUR TONGUE. WAKE UP, LOOK OUT. WE WOULD RATHER PLUCK OUT MY EYES THAN SPIT OUT MY TONGUE.YOU NEVER TOLD HER WHAT SHE COULD NOT SPEAK. YOU ONLY TOLD HER WHAT SHE WOULD NOT KNOW.
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Dead Weight
02:02
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YOU CAN'T DRAG ME WITH YOU, WE'RE IN HELL ALREADY. I WILL LEAVE YOU ROT HERE, AS I CLIMB OUT FOR FRESH AIR. WHAT COULD BE AT ROOT, AT LEAST I TOOK A DARE. SUSPECT THE LIKES OF YOU, TO NEVER FUCKING CARE. I'LL RIP YOUR FUCKING FACE OFF, CAN'T TELL ME WHO TO TRUST. WE CAN ONLY SCRAPE THE SURFACE, INTENTIONS WORN TO RUST. DEAD WEIGHT I'VE HAD TO BARE, SUSPECT A FINAL USE. AT LEAST I VOICED A CARE, RESISTING LIKE A NOOSE.
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Grow Up Dead
01:57
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THE BITTERSWEET DIVIDE. BLOOD SPREAD MEMORIES PASSED THROUGH ON EITHER SIDE. I INHERIT SPITE AND SADNESS, WORRY MELANCHOLY MADNESS, I TRACE MY VEINS TO RECONCILE. A MUFFLED RAGE. WIPES BLANK PAGE. I HOLD MY BREATH. WE GROW UP DEAD. ANCESTRAL SCORN AND NOW WE SHARE A LANGUAGE OF NERVES AND FRIENDS WHOSE FATHERS WERE THERE. YOU SHOULD BE MY ENEMY BUT WE'RE NOW THE SAME THOUGH ONE GREW UP WITH PRIDE AND ANOTHER WITH PAIN. WE GROW UP DEAD. I CAN'T DESCEND. I HOLD MY BREATH. ITS MAKE OR MEND.
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Theme to Overrun
01:46
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STILL I TRUST NO ONE. HUNG UP ON THE HARMS, PULL MY ARMS ALONG, DRAG ME ON THESE BONES. MONSTERS, SHADOWS. WILL SOMEONE COME AND SIT ON ME. FROM THE LIMITS WE CAN BE FREE. MONSTERS, SHADOWS. WHAT HOLDS YOU BACK, YOU CANNOT BE. TAKE THE BLINDS OF SO I CAN SEE. TAKE THE BLINDS OFF. IN THE SHADOWS WE CAN FIND. WE WILL COME TO OVERRUN AND TRUST. BLOOD AND STONE AS ALL, TO STRUNG AND HUNG.
WE WILL COME TO OVERRUN AND RUIN. TRIALLED AND HUNG. TRUST NO ONE
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Forced Trespass
02:18
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YOUR PROGRESS IS TWO STEPS BACKWARDS. IT BLOCKS ALL ROADS, IT IS WHAT SHAMES US. WE DIDN'T CHOOSE THIS BUT YOU'LL TAKE IT. ALL THAT WE HAVE, OUR FUTURE PASSAGE. YOU KEEP FIGHTING TO HOLD DOWN THIS FORT, THE LINES THAT WE'VE DRAWN, THE LIES THAT WE'VE TAUGHT. YOU CAN'T OWN YOUR SHIT NONE OF US ARE YOURS. ARBITRARY SINS, EXCUSES FOR LOST WARS. AND YOU TAKE THIS LAND FOR GRANTED, IT NEVER WAS GIVEN TO YOU. YOU CAN'T HAVE IT, BUT WHY NOT TAKE IT. WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU? WHAT DID YOU COME HERE FOR?
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Wet Screams
02:21
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YOU'RE FRUSTRATED? I LIE HERE WAITING. APATHETIC TO DISMAY YOU'VE STAMMERED IN WITH. ONLY NOTICING HOW BAD THINGS WERE WHEN THEY AFFECT YOU. HERE'S THE PUNCHLINE, IT'S ALWAYS BEEN WORSE. FLAGELLATING YOUR OWN CURSE. YOU'RE BLUE-BALLING TO CALL IT FIRST. GIVE POWER TO THE MEEK. TAKE COUNT OF WORDS YOUR SPEAK. YOUR SILENCE IS MY VIOLENCE.
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Lightning Strikes Twice
01:16
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