Mourning High is here to play the chords that make life boom
Nobody will say that you can do it until the day has come
Talking about thrash metal our name is in your mouth
(Hey, hey)
I got a Lucky Strike lit up with Spanish cedar unfiltered with my coffee
Endless circles that have no truth, they don't care about you
Now, that, I, am here. You're, not, nor will you be
Crowd Control
Mourning High
Smoke Out
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