Photography by Stephanie Pehar

Be wise, be wise
Come clean, retract your lies
Else your temple slaves
Will set the place ablaze
Our compass is gone
All sense of right and wrong
We’ll set ourselves to flame
As long as you get what comes
May take five of us for every single one of you
But that don’t scare us none you’re outgunned ninety nine to two
Your final soiree’s a regal banquet in the mud
We’ll pass the cup around and taste the metal in your blood
Metal in your blood

From “Beware”

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