All those who have died before me, forgot trustees, cleaned streets with parolees. They dragged everything into the sea, the filth and the debris, and hoped none would see. Preach on but first remove part of the speech. Walk with the rats and drag trash to the beach. Bloodhound caught a foul scent, on a short leash. Figure of speech is what rats only teach. All the dumb shit is just within our reach. Death will change life, it’s a constructive breach. Mop up the old crime scene, soak in bleach. Fluids will flow they are bound to leach. Sightsee one more dry sea, an old absentee nominee.
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Converge always astound in their ability to grow while still satisfying fans who love their core elements. This release also shows how good they are at making use of a limited amount of time to still make a big impact.
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