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A bit more of a metal feel to this track. This was my effort to do something more like the stuff I listen to.

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All the pieces black and dead,
All the thoughts inside my head,
Cold and lonely in my bed,
All the things the voices said.

All the voices laid the curse,
In my head in hating verse,
I can't speak but my lips are pursed,
Every voice just makes it worse.

All the pieces, all the pieces,
Lying on the floor.
All the voice, all the voices,
They all want more and more.

Blackness shrouds me, the voices crowd me,
Hell forsakes me, God just hates me.
Excommunicated, universally hated,
The purest soul is tainted,
The broken pieces lie black and cold.

All the pieces, black and cold,
Residue from a time of old,
All the voices they have told,
To the dark my soul is sold.

All the pieces cold and dead,
From my veins the blood has bled,
On the path to hell I tread,
The voices wish that I were dead.

All the pieces, all the pieces,
Lying on the floor.
All the voice, all the voices,
They all want more and more.

Blackness shrouds me, the voices crowd me,
Hell forsakes me, God just hates me.
Excommunicated, universally hated,
The purest soul is tainted,
The broken pieces lie black and cold.

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from On The Precipice EP, track released April 18, 2012

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Without Sanity Manchester, UK

Without Sanity are based in Manchester, UK and deliver a combination of hard rock, metal, acoustic and alternative flavours.

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