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released March 19, 2009

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Track Name: arrows into pharaohs (demo)
Brightest angels jarred in pails of gasoline

Lost forever, seared into a burning seam

There’s no turning back what we’ve become

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Here we are again at our wits end

And there’s no way out

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Heave, hate

We won’t drive and we won’t shape the stone

I’ve got bones to pick with you

You’re meddling about wasting good space

Our people they, good people, they got to be free

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Brightest angels jarred in pails of gasoline

Lost forever, seared into a burning seam

There’s no turning back what we’ve become

What we’ve become

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Let Bygones be tyrants be sinners be saints

Don’t sell me, the same old line you sell all your friends

I have bones, you have bones

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They feed as we feed and they sleep as we sleep

And they bleed as we bleed, speak as we speak

And they kill as we kill, judge as we judge

And they fail as we fail, break as we break

And they pray as we pray, take as we take

Everything, anything, well within reach

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Here we are again at our wits end

And there’s no way out

Brightest angles jarred in pails of gasoline

And there’s no way out
Track Name: alone in the desert (demo)
The Devil will run

Ah he will run

Far from town and burn your bridges down

In afterglow his thieves will ride

Machines made of flames, death on their manes

No one will survive



Black sands you curse the night, bleach the day

Burn our lands and make our heroes slaves

With scorching eyes you make our skin peel

There’s never been a figure like you

In the shadow of our fields



Three nights in the drones have found their way

Made Eden beneath our heroes graves

Oil seeps from the machines veins

We’ve never been this far in, and we never will again



Holy, you pillage and plunder and fry

Holy creature, you turn our seas into black wine

Oh Lord, you

You’re a force fearless and new

Wretched machine



Plague before you swallow

And tear our mountains down

There’s fire deep within the Earth

And it is rising

Severe the engine runs dry

You drill and you will find

The nothing we’ve been hiding



Stand Down

Elemental Extinguishes



Shapes anemic and chrome light the sky

They will double-back, bring these mountains down to crumbled ground and firesides



There’s no faith here… or so you think

Your machine is made by the hands that made this impossible

With every ounce of certainty, you have bled it dry

Trying to bleed us dry, and when it slows, and it will slow,

We will finish it, bury it



This is just the way it should be.