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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
supported by 5 fans who also own “The choir of the blond grin”
It's hard to pick a favourite track. This is the only album i have so far deemed as "perfect", where every track, even the intro, is just a masterpiece in its own right. From the hard hitting Perturbator's Theme to the emotional title track, its 68 minutes of perfection. 10/10. connivingkhajiit