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British Football
07:51
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You run for cover like an animal in peril
And dissociate to disappear completely
In a purgatorial prison you’ve created
You fire off a flare and whisper
“Come release me.”
Hollow
Swallow
And I’ll be there when you wake back up again
You’re shaking crazy like you’re holding a live wire
We’ll be sending out a search party to reach you
They’re probing every fold on your cerebral cortex
For some hazard that you must have fallen into
Hollow
Swallow
And I’ll be there when you wake back up again
You seldom speak about the life you lived in limbo
like a soldier coming home never acknowledging the nightmares
But I’ve seen your patchwork quilt of scars that hang like stars
Who’s constellations tell the stories of the wars you waged in past lives
But I know
The road bends toward home
And drags us along
Like gravity
But oh, we fought for too long
Until time wore us down
And we woke up where we belong
When conversation turns to conquest
We lock eyes and you tell lies of never having had a stomach for the chaos
But your coat of arms collecting dust against the corner does betray the truth we both know is too painful to reflect on
But I know
The road bends toward home
And drags us along
Like gravity
But oh, we fought for too long
Until time wore us down
And we woke up where we belong
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I’ll be the king of the wasteland
If I keep fighting the war
I’ll be the king of the wasteland
If I can just keep on fighting
I’ll be the lord of the nothing
When nothing’s left to be gained
I’ll be the lord of the nothing
If I can just be the last man standing
What good is the money
Without a world to spend it in
I’ll be a god in the rubble
When rubble’s all that remains
I’ll be a god in the rubble
I’ll speak the last words to ghosts and angels
What good is the money
Without a world to spend it in
I’ll be the king of the dust
I’ll be the king of the dust
I’ll be the king of the dust
I’ll be the king of the dust
I’ll be the king of the dust
I’ll be the king of the dust
I’ll be the king of the dust
WE'RE ON FIRE
WE'RE ON FIRE
WE'RE ON FIRE
WE'RE ON FIRE
What good is the money
Without a world to spend it in
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Self abuse feels so enlightening
Divine release from up above
The void enjoys its weekend custody
And does it’s best to buy your love
With a sideways glance
A pat on the ass
And a little bit of dopamine
I just want to feel
Something other than my life
Being crushed inside the vice
The world’s engulfed in flames
So we’re dancing on our graves
To try and pass the time
It’s okay to cry
When smoke gets in your eyes
We’re bored reading our own obituaries
The bottle serves the genie well
His anesthesia’s what the people need
To keep on working in this hell
If you work hard enough
And get employee of the month
You’ll win a gift card to Applebee’s
I just want to feel
Something other than my life
Being crushed inside the vice
The world’s engulfed in flames
So we’re dancing on our graves
To try and pass the time
It’s okay to cry
When smoke gets in your eyes
I hate this place
Nothing works here
I’ve been here 36 years
The medications don’t work...
I just want to feel
Something other than my life
Being crushed inside the vice
The world’s engulfed in flames
So we’re dancing on our graves
To try and pass the time
It’s okay to cry
When smoke gets in your eyes
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Terrycloth Mother Cleveland, Ohio
Terrycloth Mother composes original rock music that drifts into dark and dreamy soundscapes, fashioning lyrical odes to the surrealistic horror of our modern world. While Terrycloth Mother crafts an original sound, you will hear flourishes of the many bands that inspire them such as Radiohead, Editors, Interpol, and Pink Floyd. ... more
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