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Primitive from habit with privilege in your bones. Doing so much damage from the comfort of your homes. Torture on the table with evil in our genes and a distorted sense of entitlement to justify our means. The stars and stripes give you no right to hunt and kill, for blood to spill from an unquestioned routine. Turning docile animals into war machines. I washed the blood from my hands as a rational man.
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No Promised Land,
released September 30, 2011
Recorded and mixed / mastered by Daniel @ Iceman Studios
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