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Your dress fits me so well
Of ruin I've come to tell
Rend my face in two
The death is come for you
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Bastards Stick Together
01:30
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In the throes of indecision
Defeat starts filling your lungs
Memories cloud your vision
Damn, it was so easy when you were young
But you're not, you're not
Meant to be superman
No, you're nothing divine
Those idols you bolster are just empty holsters
So set it all down and move on
Crushed under commotion
The panicked push to give out and die
But we'll smoke a cigar, sit out in the cold
And we'll talk of all the ways in which we feel so damn old
But we're not, we're not
Meant to be supermen
No, it's all just begun
Holding your breath will give way to your death
So scream it all out and move on
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Taste the felling season
Like a childhood friend
Count the rings of reasons
Mark another end
You only speak in years
Carved a highway through your head
The nostalgic taste you dread
It's a strip mall now
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thejudasobscure Waterbury, Connecticut
"The Beast of Brass City" - one-piece screamo/noisecore. 100% of music/merch proceeds go to CT Bail Fund.
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