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The excess hangs
And the winds of change are still
Better days
This thought may exist but the threat is never real
Lie in waste
Bide your time and bite your tongue
And pray, pray, pray
That your precious savior will come
Hidden in your fantasies
Driven by insanity
Sick to death we shuffle through the belly of the beast
Imprisoned by the metal, the iron and the concrete
Rotting flesh and excess hanging by a string
A light so dull it flickers and inspires you to dream
So utterly alone
And it only drags on
So lay my soul
Where the current runs fast and strong
Nothing new can be achieved
Agendas lined in apathy
And the weight of it all breeds hell
Calloused fool, your world’s grown stale

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from Pinkie Swear the Devil, released December 14, 2013

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Windmill of Corpses Prescott, Arizona

We are a 3 piece stoner/sludge band from Prescott, AZ. We play a mixture of metal, punk and whatever the hell else happens.

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