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I can smell the shit in our mouths. I can see the filth in our head. I hope we choke on our own fucking tongues. As we fall to our knees, pleading for air I hope we realize how futile our lives have been and if our lungs refill, I hope every new breath reminds us that our bigoted minds are worthless.

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from Faces of The Moving Year : Split w/ Ostraca, released February 17, 2017

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