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Seven and Thirteen lyrics
the trivial little things left in your wake are beloved terminally
infected limbs it is not the firing squad but the blindfold
that makes us tense the loss of perfection leaves no cause to persist
in searching leaving me longing for the day that finally smothers all hope.
Part of these releases
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- Track 25 on 38 Counts of Battery
- 24 Treblinka
- 26 Scouring the Wreckage
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- Track 31 on 38 Counts of Battery
- 30 Dark Satellites
- 32 Flag Burner
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- Track 7 on Orchid / Pig Destroyer
- 6 Treblinka
- 8 Scouring the Wreckage
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