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Special Guest: Melanie Cotter - violin
i'm pouring out my private cumulus alienation so carnivorous empty husks of being all around with a claustrophobic feel surround we're gone we're gone we're gone all hope for us has gone has gone has gone has gone has gone, gone a sea of faces they all look the same majority of but a single name we're so few, our census shrinking fast our worst awareness that we cannot last we're gone we're gone we're gone all hope for us has gone has gone has gone has gone has gone, gone impossible relations new confused laezons have purchase friendships black-sheep's clothing, no one's holding on existing in electric nodes and tubes we see it all and yet we still can lose no persons left to help if are in need became extinct until another's free we're gone we're gone we're gone all hope for us has gone has gone has gone has gone has gone, gone gone gone gone