You couldn’t explain the scent of candle wax and decaying blooms, absolute chaos for pain fermented angels of a northern lip like kiss upon a lip upon the wheels of gentrification, mad as made up terms like mockering, political jockering, hereditary monarching. On German found family business, occasional whispers of all things falling apart, from a Matthew on Friday to a Father on Saturday. Six girls carry a Mother’s coffin, burned out faces gawk as a testament to horror, chemotherapy for this entire floor. Welcome to homicide, turn off all devices.

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GEORGE MADDEN

George Madden
Vocals/Lyrics

VOCALS / LYRICS

MARTIN O'FLYNN

Martin O’Flynn
Bass/ Keys

Bass/Keys

IAN BURKE

Ian Burke
Guitar

Guitar

JIM BARRY

Jim Barry
Guitar

Guitar

PAUL FRANKLIN

Paul Franklin
Drums

Drums

George Madden
Vocals/Lyrics

Martin O’Flynn
Bass/ Keys

Jim Barry
Guitar

Ian Burke
Guitar

Paul Franklin
Drums

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You couldn’t explain the scent of candle wax and decaying blooms, absolute chaos for a pain fermented so called angel of a southern lip like kiss upon a lip upon the wheels of everyone jockering and mockering just made up terms like hereditary monarching. On German found family business, occasional whispers of all things falling apart from a Matthew on Friday to a Father on Saturday broken up shot up to a million pieces.

Welcome to homicide. Turn off all devices.