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Hail The King

from Split avec Garrrot by Psychrophore

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Hail the paper king
Just born out of nothing
Mere creature of the media
Null and void they made him
So hail the plastic king
Molded cunningness concealed by foundation
Glowing teeth trying to grind
Expensive toy we can’t afford
So kick him dump him throw him into the garbage bin
He’s made out of inner grime don’t even try to recycle him
He promised to get rid of all the things that we care most about
He’s going to make us spit blood
So hail the icy king
All glaring but empty within
The fire of the fight will make him thaw
The heat of the streets will make him flow

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from Split avec Garrrot, released March 9, 2019
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Psychrophore Lille, France

Punk band from Lille, France.

psy·chro·phore (sī'krō-fōr),
A double catheter through which cold water is circulated to apply cold to the urethra or another canal or cavity.

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