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Fill my lungs 1 million times.
The skin, it cracks and turns to lines. Hold it up, where all can see. We’re temporary and frayed at the seams.
Don’t think the highs,
Were worth the lows.
Give it a little breathing room. A fall from that height. Is enough to bruise.
Don’t think the highs, Were worth the lows, Now you walk alone.
Fill my lungs 1 million times, Now you walk alone. Skin it cracks and turns to lines. Now you walk alone, now you walk alone.

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from Lifeswork, released November 7, 2014

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Final Drive Saint Louis

Describing itself as 'Southern groove thrash metal,' St. Louis’ Final Drive delivers on promises of tension and release. It pairs punishing percussion and space to catch your breath, crashing chords and arena-ready solos, anguished screams and serpentine melodies. ... more

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