released April 4, 2015
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- Track Name: Pest Control
Oceans filled with oil. They Speak with sadness. The frost settles on their corpses. The rot with eat us whole. Fornicating in their last breaths in a mass grave. No hope. Grey skies. The dark color of our lives. Too little to late. The sky will fall one day. The trees will burn. The trees will burn.
All hope reduced to rubble. Irony at best: A species credited for advancement, plummets to its death.