Death Dealer

from The Marred Recovery Process by Re-Fuse

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I’m feeling, like I never existed.
Rats crawl through me, sky falls above me.
Take as needed, I’m just another fool.
Another target left out to die.

Wound healer, death dealer.

I’m feeling, like every other day.
Cold, dumb and blind, beyond respite.
Left unneeded, a point long since gone.
Another crop now consumed.

Wound healer, death dealer.

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from The Marred Recovery Process, released December 23, 2013

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Re-Fuse Belfast, UK

Solo project of Miles (Disconnect, Abbotoir, Interface). Dark, heavy melody-driven alternative music bordering on extreme tendencies.

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