The Weekly Wars
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The Weekly Wars lyrics

GenreAlternativo Indie
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I am my own killing moon The hunter and the prey A baptism in dirty water Escaped from th e crucifix But still carry the weight A baptism in dirty water These impure thoughts lead to soulless action And the cycle continues Furthered by the thought of a confused soul A man with no release Concerned by his own thoughts Slowing the rotation of the cogs and the gears A halting machine A haunting disease A man with no release

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