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Like desperate shots on fugitives from a burning watchtower.

from Horsewreck, oh trail's highlight. by SALVING THY AMISS

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And this heart is a disturbed child.And this heart is whatever you take from it.
Where all our thoughts and breathes were prays to our lonely God, now every move and step is an obscene dance with lust. And we’ll be known as the most ungrateful sons a father never had.
These dresses suit us fine, deviationist peers. A good tailor is hard to find; a devoted one in a chariotstop is kind of a gift. Our tackiness of clothes is now history.
What if we walk back to the cross, to the bridge and the promise land? The flesh has erased every map in here.
The coward sings louder with his ghost orchestra, and then I’ll be We. There’s confusion now, the sinners look soured, but I’m nothing but a Dickensian. Really.

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from Horsewreck, oh trail's highlight., track released September 1, 2006

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

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