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R​.​I​.​P. This Joint

from Real Tree Camo by RAM ONES

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This place is death. The roof is caving in. The floor is falling out from underneath our feet. It's far beyond repair. When you stare
into your soul, do you see an endless void? Or reminders of a past that we destroyed? We know we are the strays, the castaways, with no
place to go. We are the last of a dying breed, still beating blackhearts. Time is not on our side. We exist left of the dial, in the
static hiss. White noise, our voices strain. Regurgitate inspired eyes, the song remains the same. There is a space between where we
are and where we "should" be, but I will not apologize for the hand that was dealt to me. Nobodies beast of burden. Exile my whole
life, and I remain more "Sympathy" and less "Shine A Light". I'm blacking it out.

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from Real Tree Camo, released July 26, 2019

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RAM ONES Cleveland, Ohio

We are a very grateful hardcore band. We are Liam, Brad, Josh, and JV. Thanks, we're RAM ONES.

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