All you fucking goblins had better watch out
Once I calm down a bit it's over for you
All the kids in cages are starting to shout
But nothing is shocking when nothing is new
I dream of the days in the hell that we paved
Picking fire like flowers on the path that we made
Burnt fingertips and the heat of your thighs
Rolling in hell sweating out the night
You look like an angel covered in blood
I sound like a dipshit 90's emocore thug
But I'll do anything to be what you wanna see
Wild dogs and orange and snow and disease
We can never get out we can never go back
So it's a good thing that I don't want that
Someday, I'll be funny again
Today I don't just want to be friends
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Will somehow managed to make it sound like the band was playing in an empty bar. Maybe that's what they were going for? (I wouldn't be surprised) luna_m
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The verse "Can't even buy a coffee without exploiting someone" got me. It really hits hard. For the entire length of the album it felt like the end of the world.
But to be perfectly honest, it's just how life is these days. And it's fucked up. szczur
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