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The Number 8

from 8 by Junior In His Prime

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Carry the pain.
Carry all the pain, sharpen all the blades, tighten up.
Can't escape the noise, can't flee the bite, call it living.
Only death remains, only death remains, so cherished.
Manic, manic, manic head.

If you knew what was coming for you would it really make the song sound sweeter?
If you felt that flood come marching would you call it only destiny's demeanor?
It's the same old fucking sickness running through the veins,
The same old fucking sickness running through the veins.

You cannot fit in your own head, you cannot fit in your own head.
Stretching out the cut of your first breath, you cannot fit in your own skin.

Surrender your fucking jaw, dig in.
Surrender your fucking jaw, dig in.
Release your worn out throat, listen close.
Speak everything you know.
Carry all, carry all you have been.

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from 8, released July 16, 2016

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