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Why does my Paradise bow to Oblivion?
The cliff misuses the utter twist,
I do not terminate, I do not impress,
I sit fucking catatonic amongst everyone's mess.

Like vanishing birds,
the specimen aborts panic in his walking verse,
like wingless birds,
the identity swallows the whole damned gun.

Why does my dissolution feel like a friend?
The cunning disturbance hardens around my throat,
the hands I wanted to choke me from the start,
your placid beautiful being,

Like vanishing birds,
the specimen aborts panic in his walking verse,
like wingless birds,
the identity swallows the whole damned gun.

I roll a cigarette with shaking hands,
I hear the convulsions in swollen glands,
I feel the chatter of rotting teeth,
I taste the disease of your grief,
I relish in our lack of belief.

Within a transcript, horror swallows the mist,
cut myself like the cliche I am.

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from Chant Du Cygne, released August 20, 2012

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Jaymund - Bass/Vocals
Duncan - Guitar
Morgan - Drums

We're three kids trying to learn how to be infinite and pure.

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