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New Animal Named simply because of the fucking maddog nature of the song, "New Animal" is pounding drums, dueling solos and fucked up screaming. A silly time to ask a crowd to calm down is before/during/just after this song, as the organizers of Battle of the Bands found out. Cue riots.
Our words will cut Take away your vacant smile No recluse here Cold razor to your throat Skulls fold under pressure Flesh not the strongest hold Face torn by the thunder Count back to halcyon days
Fought: to the last man standing Fall: from grace to ruthless grounding Closed: me off to all withstanding none Bled: into the forsaken son
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