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The sky was calling names
As desire waltzed off with angst in the fire
A colonial aplomb
With the power of austerity's brood

The blame on ourselves
Laid us awake
I writhe in pain
But you'll be dead instead

The powerful sass, as if caused
A polemically gloating exhaust
I find myself under the stars... laying down
The casino of pestilence paused

The stock on the shelves
Laid us to waste
You call in vain
But won't be saved again

Young stars
Night falls
Morn calls
It's the warmth of the sun
And the clock has begun

The same as coming down... from the clouds
The cranes are crumbling now as the shadows recede to reveal there is
An exception that settles the rule
All aside, It belies all of us too

The blame on ourselves
Laid us awake
You feel no pain
But all still ends the same

Young stars
Night falls
Morn calls
It's the warmth of the sun
As if time on the moon

Was a game to the others and how they gave it all away
for life in the crowd is a burden
Let's belong to beyond
Let's ascend through all the sky blue to the sun

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from Pikes Peak Is Gone / Warm Sun, released August 29, 2015
Basla Andolsun: bass
Renata Burger: drums and percussion
Jason Hutto: organ and vocals
Devin Ocampo: vocals and guitar

Recorded, engineered, produced and mastered by Devin Ocampo

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