Through Nights Apathy

We were born from the pristine and effete mother of all calm, the resorts and dives of the old, the ends of the earth and beginnings of the new world, the paradise of books and vaction-spots of pamphlets. We hail from the Florida Keys, the least likely locale for an aggressive upbirth of noise. Coming from grounds as varied as Pennsylvania, Arizona, and Burma, our wordly experiences have boiled down to nothing, leaving us with an empty home to lie in, surroundings unfit for growing minds. This is where our directions come from, the lack of direction. Ask any of us what we will be doing in the next year and we will tell you what the majority of Keys rats will tell you: "Fuck off, ask me in a year." prog/screamo/metal

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