lyrics
Blame me. Break my heart, I got none. Take a look, talk of sons. Wormhole creeps try to buy you, condescend and deny truth. Move away from the light, what's right. Whoever comes in, decides it all. Push away insight, get down to crawl. Whoever comes in, decides it all. Push insight, do what's right.
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DEMO,
released July 28, 2017
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