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from Amid all this mess, a weak splendour! by SALVING THY AMISS

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What the hell is that? These men are nothing but small kids, moving like snakes full of dynamite. Here comes the coward; i keep ramming it home that whe should all get the fuck out of here. We are ethereal heroes, yelling our chemical patriosm on the muggiest stage ever made.
There is wild love and fire all around us; this is lunchtime, vultures. This place is not a christianity heavyweight but the worst is yet to come. Sorry.
Come on fake peasant! Shoot my goddamned arm and take me home. A land where eyelids are fed a diet of faces, blood and smells.

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from Amid all this mess, a weak splendour!, track released December 24, 2010

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Open-minded extreme rock'n'roll band from Paris (France) since 2004.

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