Industry by The VidaBlue Lyrics

As of this moment, Alaska is a ghost town and the buried brain is shouting alas! We meet our doom, it's too bad we didn't see it coming years and years away, because across glacial divides and inuit plains there is a wrong warm wind blowing and it knocks on doors and prospector's shacks and whispers loudly acquiesce. Don't come for us, we aren't dead, don't touch us, we just aren't dead
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Someone get this blood off of my fucking hands right now