In The Fog

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Bedside table, portrait of a violation
Bedroom floor, cold as ice by induction
Blood red wine, the curtain call and the prologue
In the fog, where all the children hide from their mothers eyes
to feel like real men just for one night
Modern imprint, testament of a dark transgression
Shabby handrail, owner of the shameful footprint of the blackest souls that ever trod our peaceful kingdom
In the fog, where all the children hide from their mothers eyes
to feel like real men just for one night
Wedding present, in the mirth we forget about it
Friends on fire, we tame the flames but not the wire
Hateful life span, we look above but no one answers
In the fog, where all the children hide from their mothers eyes
to feel like real men just for one night

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from In The Fog, released September 23, 2013

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A circle in the snow. A name. An “I was here”. To the northside I belong, Tornado County Rd.

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