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lyrics
“The choir of the blond grin”
See the whore on the side with the mescaline eyes
See the pool of blood in which she gave birth
To a nation of grandeur and majesty
To a nation of strangers to one another
But the dust in our pockets will turn to rust
The streets will soon become our tombs
Same old faces from back in the day
Preach to the choir of the blond grin
Blue white and red above the assembly
Never to save us from our lethargy
Age old disease of the human kind
A burning desire to belong and to buy
Wolves that dine in the throne room
Wiped out the feeling of having a heart
But the dust in our pockets will turn to rust
The streets will soon become our tombs
And in this doom I feel relief
I hope to live to see us die
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where the first HG album felt like a spiritual successor to Necrophagist, I feel that TCoS is TRUE prog tech death, from the melodic clean vox down to the myriad of electric notes. Any time, any day, pop it on, I’m gonna hear it through Lovdahl, Ian