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Going out with the whore's saliva

from Ashes Of Joy by MEMORIES OF A DEAD MAN

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Worthless murder
Our dropping fraternity
Lost in the void
A useless drop in the air

Going out with the whore's saliva
Crashed and stifling in warm worn-out plastic
Swimming up the bowels of queer cops
For that part, spit up the vomit

We carry life, curse or blessing
Beam of light or lethal dart
So misused, ill treated
We call a plague on your descendants

Haunted by the cries of the unwilling kid
No honour left to conceited bitches whining
On all fours, to and fro, deep inside
We are the unpinned grenades which burst in your trenches

We carry life, curse or blessing
Beam of light or lethal dart
So misused, ill treated
We call a plague on your descendants

There's no way out
Rot in trash
No way out
There's no way out
Rot in trash
No way out

For all my bros
Whose dying bodies lie scattered over the ditches
Hold your head up and spread some more

We carry life, curse or blessing
Beam of light or lethal dart
So misused, ill treated
We call a plague on your descendants
Descendants

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from Ashes Of Joy, released April 14, 2014

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MEMORIES OF A DEAD MAN Paris, France

Working a tricky hybrid ground between MetalCore, Post-core and Ambient, The band have been constantly evolving since their debut in 2005, giving their ability to step out of the norm and worrying about creating their own musical and visual identity.
Flowing between dark melodies, haunting sonorities and fractious hard moments, feelings by providing heavy changing atmospheric riffs.
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