Without Spirit, We Roam

from by This Routine is Hell

Repent. Repeat. cover art
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I am the son of inexplicable decay.
A culmination of the inverse of self.
Inside out, a rotting corpse.
Sentenced before I set foot on this Earth.

The repetitive passing of days is my judge.
Its verdict: solitude.
I repudiate sacrement.
My credence: our fate is set.

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from Repent. Repeat., released 12 April 2012

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With a compelling sense of urgency, unsettled by the modern decay of morality, four kids create the soundtrack to a modern ... more perspective on fracturing routines and breaking chains.

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