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Thick Iron Fog
03:31
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A pair of dogged decrepit poles
Normality rapidly eroding
A lightning rod under Zeus' throne
Fail the facade i am ever growing
If they had wanted to see me thrive
They would have given me cold elysian
If they had wanted to see me die
They would have treated me barely different
Thick iron fog keeps down the god
Fear that the clearing proves me wrong
Have you ever felt a spine
Do you know what it is to ask for what you need
Let me wash my communion clean
Let me feel what its like to have a truth machine
Far from tepid shores
The legion's under water
Plead the cannon fodder forgive us
Blade of sour souls
Cleave these rotten hours
Name me king of power
Pay my toll
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Thick Iron Epilogue
02:25
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wilsonlikethevolleyball Seattle, Washington
wilsonlikethevolleyball is an artist, musician, and supernerd who stays up far too late creating worlds in their bedroom.
chasing organic and body shaking sound design, wilsonlikethevolleyball seeks to ever capture the ordeals of the human experience acting as catharsis to those in need of release.
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