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Murder Most Royal
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This is our debut track from our EP 'Lateral Lines'
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Left with nothing, no history, no bonds, no ties.

For hearts that always knew truth but only ever spoke lies.

Jaded by something that kept us trapped inside a single soul dissolving.....

You gave it your all, but in the end I gave it everything!

EVERY FUKING THING!!!

Oceans remind us....

You cast the same stone, just different ways and yet here is still as far as you throw.

In due time you've killed forever...

Lead both shadows to your pretty face amongst the mountain of memories....

TIME HAS A WAY WITH THEM!

So, a sleeping truth awakens, forsaken.... And failure fits.

I'll take the chances you swore I never stood.

In darker shade but I refuse to fade by every breath you take, I'd say the fate surrounding never knew this much was true.

Restrained I always played the victim to your vein.....

THE WAYS YOU MURDERED ME!

Is it wrong to miss it?
To miss the scene of the crime.....?
The death?
The taste of blood......?

Just different ways, yet here is still as far as you've thrown.

In due time you've killed forever.....

SLAIN!

DISDAIN!

Those eyes are yet to see true colors of devastation, look at me!

Pulled apart by an aspect, and rebuilt by the architects of pain....

This structures made to stand alone....

Steady death by hearts disgrace,
say my name through this slow decline....

This death I know.

How sadly we have grown to know the heart of man... The seed of envy.

CUT THIS FROM ME!

Saddened by the fact that I must cut my friend to bleed my enemy....

How much longer must we fuking stay suspended?!?!

My time to find the floor! My prize for meaning less.....

Disdain.

This death by hearts disgrace!

Hearts misplaced and now I'm bound to the void within your chest!

Find your place!

Find your place!

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