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Turncoat

Him, lets call him mercy. Less than par for the pale course.
Unchecked too long. In the belly of the beast we claim our balance.
A straggler left for the sharp-set soil. Wrath for the one on the take.
Take ten. Take ten steps that's where we broke his cheating, worthless neck.
Bleed it out. Perfect ending for a turncoat.
Perfect ending for the frail.
No love lost. Blade in, bled out.
Won't be quick, won't be fair.
Left behind by salvage slum warfare.
Eaten through by salvage slum warfare.
Distress dismissed by salvage slum warfare.
Never quick, never fair.
Take, take ten. Take ten steps. That's where we spit his fucking teeth.
No love lost on this pale course.
This is the merciless cost of our prowess.

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from Certain Social Circles / Turncoat, released April 1, 2012
Personnel - Will Ragland, Sheila Fantastic, Josh Meador
recorded by Kent O'Bryan

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