A Whisper Growing (demo)

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Transform our bodies to beacons, transmitting our tired tones to the stars. The clattering code of tongues and teeth, a whisper growing. And maybe the mouth prefers its chewing, the lungs their simple air, but the tongue between them can't complain.

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from The Death Mountain Tape, released June 14, 2008

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