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ATAVIST ANIM UStrust no one.trust no one.trust no one.trust no one.trust no one.trust no one.trust no one.trust no one.trust no one.
trust no one.trust no one.trust no one.trust no one.trust no one.trust no one.trust no one.trust no one.trust no one.trust no one.trust no one.trust no one.trust no one.trust no one.
trust no one.trust no one.trust no one.trust no one.trust no one
ATOM TO ADAMGODLESS.LAWLESS.STIFLED.BONDAGE.
The grubs are fastened in sackcloth and ashes, we are thechildren of amnesia of heaven.
Their cries go unrequited lost in the deathly airmute sky & the godless blacksoft secrets of despair
Grim breathblistered stitchpicked to bitscorrupt whats left
Demons making monsters inject them with the toxinlike Ishmaeland the whaleimpale, impale, impale
Lord of LiesKingdom of BonesStarve their MindsAtom to Adam
You who HateYou who Rape& ContaminatesAtom to Adam
The grubs are fastened in sackcloth and ashes, we are thechildren of amnesia of heaven.
Inside this broken body my soul is cold & throbbing subver-sive verses leave my lipsGod is an athiest
Iron kiss thickest drug eat the meatof the young
Demons making monsters inject them with the toxinlike Ishmael and the whale impale, impale, impale
Lord of Lies
Kingdom of BonesStarve their MindsAtom to Adam
You who HateYou who Rape& ContaminatesAtom to Adam
The grubs are fastened in sackcloth and ashes, we are thechildren of amnesia from heaven
FUCKING SHITSUCKINGCOWARDSBUILDING TOWERSOF BABEL GAGGING YOUR SERVANTS WITH PERVERTEDGAVELS ATOM TO ADAM TO ATOM TO ADAM TO ATOM
TRAP THEM & BRAND THEM LIKECATTLE & SHACKLE THEIR SP IRITSGODLESSLAWLESSSTIFLEDBONDAGE
WE ARE THE VICTIMS OF THE AMNESIA OF H EAVEN!DO UNTODO UNTODO UNTO OTHERS!
Their cries go unrequited lost in the deathly airFIST-FUCK THEIR FACE!GOD DOESNT CARE!Grim breath blistered stitch picked to bitscorrupt whats left
Demons making monsters inject them with the toxinlike Ishmael and the whale impale, impale, impale
Lord of Lies
Kingdom of BonesStarve their MindsAtom to Adam
You who HateYou who Rape& ContaminatesAtom to Adam
admit what you didadmit what you did
GODLESSLAWLESS
GODLESSMEA CULPA
DRUNK ON THEBLOOD OF SAINTSLOCK & LOADKILL EM ALLLET THE LORDSORT EM OUT
Fortifying lies for the Triggerman a Honey-tongued Devildo as she commands. Psychotic! So patriotic! The passivemammals can sleep cuz we worship
Guns & Godhalf-witted cronesGoing Rogue, DontRetreat, Reload
Guns & Godhalf-witted clonesGoing Rogue, DontRetreat, Reload
Dripping stagnant life into crooked mouths sacrificialcommunion of bullet rounds incited by heavenly silence thesheeple in the steeple justify the violence
Guns & God
half-witted cronesGoing Rogue, DontRetreat, Reload
Guns & Godhalf-witted clonesGoing Rogue, DontRetreat, Reload
Magna Mater!
Instigator!Agitator!
Drunk on theBlood of Saints!
Drunk on theBlood of Saints!
Mother of HarlotsSleeping with Serpents
Drunk on theBlood of Saints!
Fortifying lies into crooked mouths. Suckling piglets ofthe Holy Sow Myopic! So Patriotic! The passive mammalsrepeat their corrupted vows While the morning commutesalutes the flag a sacrificial communion of body bagsincited by heavenly silence the sheeple in the steeplejustify the violence!
Guns & Godhalf-witted cronesGoing Rogue, DontRetreat, Reload
Guns & Godhalf-witted clonesGoing Rogue, DontRetreat, Reload
Magna Mater!Instigator!Agitator!
Drunk on theBlood of Saints!
Drunk on theBlood of Saints!
Mother of Harlots
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Sleeping with Serpents
Drunk on theBlood of Saints!
Cadaver dogs & body bags for the kidsDisciples with rifles on the ridge
Standing in line of the firing squad going off half-cockedfor your cause an army of mouths, sucking you down Lock
& Load! Lock & Load! Pump the poison out!
Ready AIM!Ready to strike!Ready AIM!Ready to strike!
Kill em all.
Let the Lordsort em out.
Drunk on theBlood of Saints!
Drunk on theBlood of Saints!
Mother of HarlotsSleeping with Serpents
Drunk on theBlood of Saints!
drunk on the
blood of saints!
Drunk on theBlood of Saints!
Mother of HarlotsSleeping with Serpents
Drunk on theBlood of Saints!
REMEMBERTO FORGETHush now, close your eyes open your mouth, swallow lies
Hush now, close your eyes open your mouth, swallow,swallow lies.
Moth breath fluttering He whispered to me the violence ofsilence.
We have a terrible secret that we must never repeat & if Ido, hell dedicate his life to ripping me to shreds.
Remember to forget.
Poison crown of regret Sucking life like funeral fliesShadow of Oedipus
Eat the fever, knife the eyesRemember to forgetto relent to surrender
Remember to forgetto relent to surrender
I hope you die like swine surrounded by starving dogs. Imstained by your sin like the blood soaked boards of thecross
Between the Devil & the deep sea, youll find me dreamingevil endlessly, aroused by lifes fantasies
What do you do when dreams come true and its all soordinary? Stitch the wounds of complacency and hide youreyes from reality?
I am the shape of a God lifting up the sky.
Remember to forget to relent to surrender
Remember to forgetto relent to surrender
insurrection
INSURRECTION
I kicked you out of bed stabbed knives into the wallspoured gas over your head struck a match in the hall Thiswill remind you This will remind you This will remind youthe burden we carry
This will remind youThis will remind youThis will remind you the razors are ready
Room after room I hunt the darkened world for you Casketblack, dried & cracked, ashes among the dunes. But Ivegone blind in time to lose you to the dark Now Im immuneto you and your whorish heart
Hush now close your eyes Open your mouth, swallow lies.
Hush now youre all mine Close your eyes, close your eyes
Remember to forgetto relent to surrender
Remember to forgetto relent to surrender
SKIN OF THE MASTERa soft procession of endless hymns swallowing bullets like
sleeping pills
Across the floor of an ancient room it was not God, it wasnot the moonthe knives come out to protect the nest crying out in thewilderness
THEY ARE NOT MEN. THEY ARE A FLOCK. MINDLESSQUARRY. LESS THAN LIVESTOCK.
THEY ARE NOT MEN. THEY ARE A FL OCK. THEYRE HERETO CUT THEM UP
INSIDE LIKE SWINE BROKEN BLOATED HIVE MIND WET
WORMS OF HATE DEVOTED TO DECAY INSIDE MY MINDHIDDEN BEASTS RUN WILD UNTIL THE PREY SUBSIDESTHE HUNGER WILL REMAIN
a soft procession of endless hymns swallowing bullets likesleeping pills
The sound of the axe in the chopping block The smellof the skin from afar The night boils on to its cruel endCrying out in the wilderness
THEY ARE NOT MEN. THEY ARE A FLOCK. MINDLESSQUARRY. LESS THAN LIVESTOCK.
THEY ARE NOT MEN. THEY ARE A FL OCK. THEYRE HERETO CUT THEM UP
INSIDE LIKE SWINE BROKEN BLOATED HIVE MIND WETWORMS OF HATE DEVOTED TO DECAY INSIDE MY MINDHIDDEN BEASTS RUN WILD UNTIL THE PREY SUBSIDESTHE HUNGER WILL REMAIN
my worst fear is coming true I think I am becoming you myworst fear is coming true i think i am becoming you skinof the master, mouth of the slave
my worst fear is coming true i think i am becoming you myworst fear is coming true i think i am becoming you skinof the master, mouth of the slave the sound of the axe
the smell of the skinthe night boils on
THEY ARE NOT MEN. THEY ARE A FLOCK. MINDLESSQUARRY. LESS THAN LIVE STOCK.
THEY ARE NOT MEN. THEY ARE A FLOCK. THEYRE HE RETO FUCK THEM UP
INSIDE LIKE SWINE BROKEN BLOATED HIVE MIND WET
WORMS OF HATE DEVOTED TO DECAY INSIDE MY MI NDHIDDEN BEASTS RUN WILD UNTIL THE PREY SUBSIDESTHE HUNGER WILL REMAIN
INSIDE MY MI ND, WET WORMS OF HATE DEVOTED TODECAY, DEVOTED TO BETRAYTHE HUNGER WILL REMAIN
THEY ARE NOT MEN. THEY ARE NOT ME N. THEY ARE NOTMEN.
WE DREAMLIKE LIONSWe dream like lions
warm in the frost fresh from the kill tiny teeth and clawsWe dream like lions
Deep beneath the loam The windows of his soul Ash on thewatery glassBroken but still whole
A halo of barbwireA frozen night of fireOh, so cold
We dream like lionsbelow and above the wooly little lambs that look a lot likeus We dream like lions
The dark poles of the weeping trees cradle him close in theheavy breeze. Crumbs for the crows, slow empire of worms.We sing the cry of countless broken souls, the world ismade of razorblades, they choke on the words theyll neversay, I wish it could change, but it will always be this way.
We dream like lionswarm in the frostfresh from the killtiny teeth and clawsWe dream like lions
We dream like lionsbelow and above the wooly little lambs that look
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a lot like usWe dream like lions
I, ALONELOUD & PROUDloud& PROUD
Alone, in the crowdSometimes I feel more dead than alive Sometimes I feel Ican do it this time Sometimes I feel so empty inside Some-
times I feel like Im losing my mind Sometimes I feel liketrash cast aside Sometimes I feel suffocated by the lies
I want to burn itI want to hurt themThe spider readies the web
May the bridges I burn light my way isolated in defiance, Iwill remain May the bridges I burn light my way I will nevercomply, Ill forever defy
Im strangeIm oddIm queer
Im flawedIm one of a kind
Im strangeIm oddIm queerIm flawedI am divine
Alone, in the crowd
Sometimes I feel nothing at all Sometimes I feel everythingis my fault Sometimes I feel the hate break my mindSometimes I feel they deserve it this time Sometimes I feel
my scars are for rent Sometimes I feel my hands aroundtheir necks
I want to crush themI want to hurt themThe spider readies the web
May the bridges I burn light my way Isolated in defiance, Iwill remain May the bridges I burn light my way I will nevercomply, Ill forever defy
Im strangeIm oddIm queer
Im flawedIm one of a kind
Im strangeIm oddIm queerIm flawedI am divine
Dont let the heavy drapes of the world drag you down.
I dont wanna be complete I dont wanna be contentI dont wanna be perfect I dont wanna be like them
Loud & ProudLoud & Proud
I dont wanna be complete I dont wanna be contentI dont wanna be perfect I dont wanna be like them
May the bridges I burn light my way isolated in defiance, Iwill remainMay the bridges I burn light my way I will never comply, Illforever defy
Loud & ProudLoud & Proud
BABYS BREATHThe soft sound of snow crunching underfoot gives mecomfort. Her building is at the end of the block. She liveson the north side. Bottom floor. Middle apartment. I see her.1,2,3,4,5 steps. Wrong key. Lock clicks. She drops her coatand scarf in the entry and kicks off thosevixen shoes.She shuffles to the kitchen and pours a glass of scotch. (Iam inside) She lights a cigarette and blows the smoke overthe match. (She doesnt notice)The gray smog rises from her lips like a cremation furnace.
The simple elegance of this quiet moment is almostirresistible. (But, I wait)
She slugs back the scotch, finishes her smoke and ashes itin the sink. She unties her hair and enters the hallway, pastthe childless bedroom with the empty crib, past the altarcoated in wax like a wedding cake, and the tiny packages ofmeat, dead flowers, and babys breath.
She enters the bathroom, where she undresses. She sitson the edge of the bath. Her naked body folded in half,heavy tits hanging like mushy stalactites over her lap. (Oh,precious) She closes her eyes and holds her head as if itmight float away.
For a moment, my thoughts drift again, this time to thehammer I am holding. The handle is smooth as bone,the forged steel head is heavy, and I feel powerful. Shereaches for the faucet and I snap back to the moment.Bubbles brim the edge of the tub. Her fingers check thewater temperature and I am ready.
I move behind her. She doesnt hear. I swing the hammer.She doesnt see. I crack her skull. Shes in the tub.Facedown. I am drowning her, mashing her head to the
bottom, knifing the claw of the hammer into her spine andribs over and over and over and over and over and overand over and over and...
Her body stops pretending to care and surrenders as itis supposed to. Just to be sure, I press hard, keepingher head beneath the bloody water a few moments more.Her neck snaps, her nose breaks, and her face collapsesagainst the bottom of the tub. I see my reflection in themirror and soapy foam has formed a half smile over theblack nylon mask I am wearing.
I lean to her. The water glistens li ke glass. I hover over thesurface, soft breath causing tiny quakes, and whisper, I
have done to you what nature has done to me.
She doesnt reply.
I stand and turn off the light. The room is dark and empty.Just like I am now.
FISTS FALLNo more tears.Stand up to your fears.
KEEP YOUR VOICES RAISED KEEP YOUR KNUCKLESBLOODY
KEEP YOUR VOICES RAISED KEEP YOUR KNUCKLESBLOODY
NO MORE TEARS.
I was born to be broken crawling, gagging, spitting, falling,bleeding, begging vermin.
I exist without purpose tease me, taunt me, rip me, pushme, hurt me, hit me harder!
FISTS FALL LIKE RAIN! On my knees but Im not afraid!
Cowards die everyday!
Ill face the attack, pressed to the wall, but fighting back.Ill face the attack, pressed to the wall, but fighting back.Ill face the attack, pressed to the wall, but fighting back.And now that you see me, do I terrify?
KEEP YOUR VOICES RAISED KEEP YOUR KNUCKLESBLOODY
KEEP YOUR VOICES RAISED KEEP YOUR KNUCKLESBLOODY
NO MORE TEARS.
I am on the brink of destruction pressure building, I canfeel it, oh the sweet seduction
Ive had enough of the lies and the alibis on your lips
FISTS FALL LIKE RAIN!On your knees you look so afraid!
Cowards die everyday! Ill face the attack, pressed to thewall, but fighting back. Ill face the attack, pressed to thewall, but fighting back. Ill face the attack, pressed to the
wall, but fighting back.
And now that you see me, do I terrify?
KEEP YOUR VOICES RAISED KEEP YOUR KNUCKLESBLOODY
KEEP YOUR VOICES RAISED KEEP YOUR KNUCKLESBLOODY
Standing over a beaten body, clenched fists, swollen andbloody, bite marks & raw scars, Im not gonna take it any-more, I sick of this shit, Im not gonna flinch, if Im gonnago down itll be swinging, you will see you cant break me,
Im not gonna take it anymore!
KEEP YOURKNUCKLES BLOODY!
NO MORE TEARS!NO MORE FEARS!STRIKE THE ANCHORS!USE YOUR ANGER!TO DEFY THE MASTER!TO BREAK THE RULES!Keep your pride locked up inside it belongs to you!
They think theyre
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STRONGER, BIGGE R, BETTER BUT THEYRE JUST JEALOUSCOWARDS
FUCKWHATTHEYSAYFUCK WHAT THEY THINKABOUT US!
KEEP YOUR VOICES RAISEDKEEP YOUR KNUCKLES BLOODY
KEEP YOUR VOICES RAISEDKEEP YOUR KNUCKLES BLOODY
Cowards!
Now that you see meNow that you see MENow that you SEE MENOW THAT YOU SEE ME
Do I TERRIFY?
DO I TERRIFY?
STAYThese days of rage have left their stain on me.Ive pummeled this world to dust Ive broken these men ofblood Now I wake naked, in the debris
But Im sick of fighting, sick of trying everything mountingup sky high and I must thus
TRUST NO ONESTAY FROZEN
My moment is here
The enemys drawing near so
STAY AWAYSTAY AWAYSTAY!STAY AWAYSTAY AWAYSTAY!
STAY AWAYSTAY AWAYSTAY AWAYBREAK
These chains that bury me. Enemy. Bury me.
Stay the fuck away, stay the fuck away.
It comes down to thisYour face, my fist
It comes down to my life or yours, my life or yours.All Ill ever do is hurt you.
stay nogo away
stay nogo awaystay nogo awaydont godont go
These days of rage have left their stain on meI see, enemies everywhere all the time enemies everywhereon all sides
Some are blind, some are useless Most have succumbed todivine pollution
human sewagehurt them firstshoot the woundedhope hurts
STAY AWAYSTAY AWAYSTAY!STAY AWAYstayAWAYSTAY!
STAY AWAYSTAY AWAY
STAY AWAYBREAK
These chains that bury me. Enemy. Bury me.Stay the fuck away, stay the fuck away.
It comes down to thisYour face, my fist
It comes down to my life or yours, my life or yours.All Ill ever do is hurt you.
Alone in my own mindno maps, no roads the world is full of ghosts
Its my life or yoursIts my life or yoursAll Ill ever do is hurt you.
AbandonedStrandedBetrayedWith friends like these, I need my enemies
Dissected
NeglectedErasedWith friends like these, I need my enemies
AbandonedStrandedBetrayedWith friends like these, I need myenemies
Dissected
With friends like these,I need my enemiesI need my enemies
I need my enemies
These days of rage have left their stain on ME
It comes down to thisYour face, my fistIt comes down to my life or yours, my life or yours.All Ill ever do is hurt you.
STAY AWAYSTAY AWAYSTAY!STAY AWAYSTAY AWAY
STAY!
STAY AWAYSTAY AWAYBREAK
These chains that bury me. Enemy. Bury me.
STAY AWAYSTAY AWAYSTAY!STAY AWAYSTAY AWAYSTAY!
Stay the fuck away.Stay the fuck away.
BIBLE BELTThere are nights, so vacant and hushed, I can feel thetexture of my tattered soul moving within me. Black tar,dripping, sticky and thick. A soft, slow secretion of indiffer-ence slopping through the hollow suit I use as a body.
They say these are the words of a damaged mind.
But not I.To me, this is insurgency.
I used to dream of being inside the womb. Fetal universe,black holes and emptiness. Orbiting the massive planet ofmy mothers booming heart. Tiny yolk body, tethered likean astronaut, adrift in the tranquil spume of desolate bliss.Tiny fingers inching from chubby stems, reaching for thatgreat thumping whoosh of blood and power that wobbledlike a snarling god above me. My fibrous head, translucentas a bell jar, would search with great staring eyes deep intothe godless dark for a light, for a sign, for anything otherthan indifference. But the universe would never oblige.
Look upon me: a daughter of a child and a monster.
Frozen without cold, feeling nothing, unsure, uninspired,veins full of air, soul fading into the umbra.
Who are they to say what is moral when they are broken?Who are they to say anything about us?
All this, all this, and I want to sledgehammer and leavenothing but dust
to dustto dust
to dust
Strangled by a Bible BeltStrangled by a Bible BeltStrangled by a Bible BeltStrangled by a Bible BeltStrangled by a Bible BeltStrangled by a Bible Belt atavist
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Otep Shamaya would like to thank:
Much love & respect to my family for never giving up on me. In the darkest hours, you are my
light.
This album is dedicated to the fans & supporters who have given me so much love, support and
passion. We are a TRIBE of seekers, thinkers, dreamers, believers, mutineers, hooligans, art-
ists, insurgents, and rabble-rousers. I am thankful we have found each other. Keep your voices
raised, keep your knuckles bloody.
I wish to thank the incredibly talented Ulrich Wild for sharing his priceless guidance, his bound-
less gifts, his friendship, (his coffee), and his heart and soul on this album. You are the Charlie
to my Sheen. (!GNINNIW)
Additional thanks, appreciation, & gratitude to Mike Kato for all your hard work and hours in
the trenches with me. Also, (Mr.) Collyn McCoy (irish!), Gil Sharrone, Rani Sharrone, Markus
(with a K) Estrada, & Tony Campos for bleeding and screaming and rumbling into this album
with an unbridled passion for making art that matters.
Endless thanks to my VICTORY family: Tony Brummel (the wise warrior), Brett Greenberg,
Clint Billington, Eric Richter, Doublej, and the rest of the hardworking, ever-believing staff that
make it possible so that ART is still a vital bloodjet in our society.
Additional gratitude to Allen Steelgrave & ESP guitars (thx killer!), Blue Microphones, An-drew Goodfriend & TKO, Metal Jackie, Dave Navarro, Rey Amun, Brett Katinas, John Riley,
Josh Olson, Jaylynn Bailey, Tristan T-zilla Wallace, Jack Ponti, Kyle Kraszewski, Greg
Edgerton, David Weintraub, CESD Agency, EQCA, GLAAD, PETA, BLURT Magazine, Philip, Iris,
Tino, and to anyone and everyone that has touched my life. Thank you for burning so bright.
And to my beloved Djosen: Du bist mein Sauerstoff und mein Sonnenlicht. Du bist mein Herz.
Ich liebe Dich in allen Sprachen der Welt.
Produced, Mixed
and Engineered by Ulrich Wild
Recorded in The Wilderness
Assisted by Raidar
Mastered by Dave Collins at
Dave Collins Mastering
Vocals and lyrics by Otep
Guitar by Rani Sharone
Performed on We Dream Like Lions and Stay
Rani Sharone uses: La Bella Strings
Rani Sharone would like to thank Ulrich, Friendly and my Tiffany.
Drums by Gil Sharone
Gil Sharone uses: DW Drums, Zildjian Cymbals, Pro- Mark Drumsticks, Remo, LP, and Gator Cas-
es.
Gil Sharone would like to thank Lisa, Grant, Ulrich Wild, Jeremy Berman, Steve Vega, Danny
Franco, all the gear companies for their support, Mike Dawson, Ray Brych and Chopper.
Bass by Collyn McCoy & Tony Campos
Collyn McCoy Performed on I Alone, Stay, Atom To Adam, Skin Of The Master, We Dream Like
Lions, Fists Fall and Not To Touch The Earth.
Tony Campos performed on Blood Of Saints and Remember To Forget
Tony Campos uses: SWR Sound Corp, Fernandes Guitars, EMG, Dunlop, Line 6, Rocktron, Tech 21
NYC and Hipshot Products.
Collyn McCoy would like to thank: Guy McCoy, Carla McCoy, Qin Li, Kristian Buendia, Dickwig
Von Ballsman.
Guitar by Markus Estrada
Performed on Blood Of Saints, Remember To Forget, Atom To Adam, I Alone, Fists Fall, Skin Of
The Master and Not To Touch The Earth.
Markus Estrada would like to thank God, Family, my brothers in Cromwell for letting me venture
out, Ulrich Wild for inviting, Ms. Otep Shamaya for inspiring, Gil & Rani Sharone, Tony Campos
& everyone who was involved in creating this beast for making a damn cool record, Mr. And Mrs.
Estrada, Daniel Larson & Jenny, Nelson Ossa, Joe Acosta, Freddy Del Rio, Christina Guerra, Chris
Dinger, Tim Boris & Kevin Blood for all your support and guidance, my 98 dodge caravan for notgiving up on me and getting me to the studio in a timely matter and last but denitely rst you-
the Otep Tribe.
Keys by Ulrich Wild
Guitar by Ulrich Wild
Performed on Remember To Forget, Atom To Adam, Stay, Skin Of The Master and Bible Belt.
Ulrich Wild uses: Apogee, Blue, Universal Audio, Avid, Primacoustic, and Line6.
Ulrich Wild would like to thank Elizabeth, Daniel, Beatrice, Felix, Regine, and Peter- aka the Wild
Tribe, Mike Kato and Christine Solomon, Rich Renken, Ben Thompkins, Chris Lawson and every-
one at Apogee, Mike Tempesta at EVH, Allen Steelgrave at ESP, Kit Rebhun, everyone at Green-
Glue, Julian De La Torre, Cromwell and Stolen Babies, Otep, Gil, Markus, Rani, Collyn and Tony,
and everybody who has ever braved the Wilderness.
Not To Touch The Earth originally preformed by The Doors and written by John Paul Densmore ,
Robert A Krieger, Raymond D Manzarek & Jim Morrison
Minotaur and Going Rouge Illustration
by Joey James Hernandez
Art Direction by Otep
Packaging Design and Layout by Doublej
Photos by Djosen Maurer
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1. Atavist Animus2. Atom To Adam3. Drunk on the Blood of Saints4. Remember to Forget
5. Skin of the Master6. We Dream Like Lions7. I, Alone8. Baby's Breath9. Fists Fall10. Stay11. Bible Belt12. Not To Touch The Earth
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