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Recorded, mixed and mastered on the 6th of October, 2010 by Dave Hammer @ Def Wolf Studios.
lyrics
"Again and again, I’ll tell you my friends that the heart that still beats won’t keep you dry whilst you sleep.
Yet there’s more to living than statues and riches. You’ve got poverty, depression, suicidal diseases.
So the kids ride their bikes and they play in the sprinklers on the sunny December where the heat wave felt thicker.
you could melt a girls heart and eat it for dinner and destroy the suburbs with the click of a finger.
Said the close minded home with that look, so sadistic.
A rifle in one hand and her head in a basket, he stepped out to the world as he left his brick casket.
“I’m here for the picking and the fruit couldn’t look sweeter, I’m only a small part of the bigger picture.”
Self indulgent, self obsessed, A fucked up head with nothing left.
Try to choose between win or lose.
A Rotten bet, who’s fucked up who?
Scummy folk with dreams of gold, falling down the rabbit hole.
We are the damned, we’re not awake.
can’t relate, what’s left to take?
Twenty years I still lay here and I am wondering, who am I and what am I putting myself through?
Twenty years and I’m keeping track of every foot path and every crack.
Slipping through and wanting to see a world that I can call home.
Unwanted."
credits
released October 16, 2010
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