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Said the bull son to the fire breath,
"If our marks match the father's, then our disdain will be praised".
But, the other bearing arrows death,
"Can we bury what once was and wash this clean?"

Poor, little brother. You must know your way. If there's a knock at your door, don't beg for your family.
Poor, little brother. You must know your way. If there's a knock at your door, don't cry, don't, no.

The silence that we praise. How do we know the answers we want weren't there all along? Did Shadow come to speak again or was it just my time to scream this song?

Even if we have just a little bit of fight left in us, the show must go on, the show must go forward.

To get ourselves through, we made up a life. Then it all came true. Now I'm living a lie. Liar.

You're a liar and you're on your own.

Don't you cry.

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from Id​é​e Fixe, released April 24, 2014

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"...their penchant for passionate vocal performances, perky instrumentation, and iridescent melodies have kept them one of Seattle’s must-know artists of the modern era." - Northwest Music Scene

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