"Insects in the Killing Jar" genre: Metalcore
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	CD: Unsuccessfully Coping With Tomorrow
	Lyrics Insects in the Killing Jar My beloved, this sun has set again. My dearest, will we ever see another dawn? With trembling hands we clutch the gun that tore this world apart Ripping holes in the fragile heart of pangea We are the butchers.cunning our intelligence. greed our will. Our pure white innocence stained by the guilt. The rape and murder of this world resting on our backs. We clutch this knife, that plunged into mother's back. her tears fall to the ground, salting this dead earth We have lost all the pieces. Our hands are withered and broken We write no right, know no wrong We have lost all the pieces (The blood of this world is on my hands For being born of a species as foul as man A race of gods divinely self-proclaimed I wash my hands yet this scarlet hue remains) [Beneath the hot and incurious sun past stronger beasts and fairer he picks his way, a living gun with gun and lens and bible and ruled by dead men never met, by pious guess deluded, upon the stoll of madness set sits murderous and clear headed] (W.H. Auden) I renounce...every aspect of your culture I renounce... this empty life that you have fashioned We have ripped the phoenix from its perch. And slit its throat. Never again to rise from the ashes we have created. The smoldering remains we so desparetly clutch. I look at my hands and see what we've done. And I cry....

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