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Track 5
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In small town America the idle mind corrodes. There’s not much excitement in closed strip malls and two-lane roads. Seduced by the lure to dissolve in salvation of any kind. Blue collar, white pill, gold cross, clear mind, unintelligent design. A youthful compulsion to feel alive, so we get in a car and just fucking drive. Down a single highway without a single car. Suburban boredom ripping us apart. But we’re not blinded by big city lights. Our little light posts shine just as bright. You’ll find misery wherever you may roam. And I might be miserable, but at least I’m home. There’s a hole in my soul that grows with every breath. No promised land can save me. Solace only comes in death. No promised land can save me.
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from
No Promised Land,
released September 30, 2011
Recorded and mixed / mastered by Daniel @Iceman Studios
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