Fugitive

by Pralaya

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Take anything of value... I believe this fucker's dead...
Send a message... Fugitive...
What a fool, actions in favor of...
Reasons youth plummets, while these assholes swore...

Damnation runs through my veins hitting every nerve...

Take arms commanded... Your tongue speaks of War...
Undeserving attention, no longer concerns...
What a fool, actions in favor of...
Foreign soil, slaughtered your name; Carved into chest...

Damnation runs through my veins hitting every nerve...

Rise... No... Further... See it all burn...
Rise... No... Further... See it all burn down...

Branded.... Fugitive...

What holds us? What holds us here?

Branded.... Fugitive...

Branded, Fugitive... Come walk with me into the lion's den...

Renegade... With all your accolades... Come run with me... into the lion's...

Coin-less eyes, sent to the Afterlife...

Branded... Fugitive...

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released August 1, 2013

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Pralaya New York, New York

This group of musical alchemists (Greg Telfeian; Jon Con; R. Whitley and Knales) unlock the fibers of sonic matter and forge an Art-Rock style of uncanny proportion...
An eruption of chemicals, lay out the schematics for: Unorthodox intelligent bass lines; Articulate drum patterns; Explosive yet colorful guitars; Uplifting and emotive vocal rhymes. It's Only a Matter of Time...
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