Creatures of Habit

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Distant and many of them are like that. When we come up short. We throw up our hands; yell abort. We are all creatures of habit. Rollercoaster out of control. Come to terms with the fact that you have no one. Nobody, nothing to make you feel whole.

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from Grandfather's Axe, released March 19, 2013

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For fans of Engineer, Converge, Curl Up and Die, Cursed, etc. Just five dudes shredding, hard.

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